Haven .|. H. J. POTTER✔

Chapter thirty-three*

[Mature content is marked where it starts and ends]

The green of Harry's eyes had almost disappeared. His pupils were dilated, blackening the colours, all because of the lust he felt for Haven. 

All Harry could focus on was the low neckline of Haven's sweater. He wanted to take it off - tear it off. He wanted to mark her neck, make her scream, bruise her skin - all in pleasure. 

She was just standing there, right in front of him, patiently waiting for him to make a move. She always waited for him, for his comfort. Harry remembered how she once said that she was sure she didn't have any limitations he didn't have. Harry wondered if that was still the case.

"Can I -?"

Haven didn't even wait for him to answer the question, already knowing her answer. "Anything, Harry,"

Harry nervously raised his eyebrows. "Are you sure?"

"One hundred per cent," Haven nodded, squaring her shoulder in anticipation. Harry watched how one of the sleeves fell a little lower on her shoulder. He could see the pale skin of her scar. "You can do anything you're ready for,"

Harry gulped. His hands felt clammy but a bubbling anticipation low in his stomach had control of his mind now. "Will you - will you help me?"

A smile spread on Haven's face as she took a step closer to him. "Of course, I will,"

Harry let a subconscious smile escape past his nerves and stepped closer to Haven. He reached out with his nearly shaking hand and pushed the sleeve off her shoulder. He remembered how it looked when he was done with it on multiple other occasions; they often had to spell some of the love bites away so no one would notice. Harry barely had any limits when marking Haven up.

Without another word, Harry cupped Haven's cheek and pulled her to him, crashing his lips on hers. Her lips were as soft and perfectly kissable as ever but this time Harry could feel his legs shake and his hands sweat. 

It was actually going to happen this time. Harry was finally going to feel her around him, hear her moan whilst kissing her lips and neck and breasts. 

Haven felt the vibration of the groan that Harry released against her lips. With a knowing smile, she slipped her tongue past his lips, intending on kissing the hell out of him before they moved further. Haven wanted him to have plenty of time to rethink so he would have the space to change his mind if he wanted to. 

Cold hands slipped over Harry's body, under his shirt, right up his back. It coaxed a small flinch from Harry, not used to the cold of her hands when he felt so hot himself. Harry caressed his hands over her shoulder and her lower back. He tugged her closer and closer to him until her body was flush against his. He had one knee between her legs, his hands pressed her against his torso as she arched her back.

As soon as Harry plucked up the courage, Harry pushed her back towards the couch. He wanted to get rid of the anger. He wanted Haven, all of her. 

When Haven felt the back of her legs hit the soft couch, she flipped them around and pushed Harry down. Before Harry's back even hit the couch, Haven already sat on his lap and took his face between her hands to crash their lips back together.

Harry let out a low, out-drawn moan against her lips when their tongues collided. Heat pooled in his lower stomach, only growing warmer as Haven rocked her hips against his. He already felt himself grow harder with every movement but all he could do was whine and grunt against her lips as she took care of the rage within him.