Error. [H.S.]

6.

Scotty.

Impious digits slowly trailed back up my legs, dragging the lace back up to rid of any sign of his violation. Shockwaves trembled through my body, lust heavily coating his name as it escaped my lips. Those two syllables were quickly becoming my favorite curse word.

Tranquility was a soothing lull between our bodies, interpreting our steadying breaths into an amicable dialect, one only we understood. Reality was settling back in, drawing an end to our spontaneous rendezvous.

Scattered kisses tickled along my neck, pressing admiration into the debris tampering my pristine skin. My wandering fingers twirled his beautiful curls at the base of his neck, lightly tugging in rhythm with his lips to enjoy his soft hum against my skin.

"Harry..." I muse, comforted by his soft motions.

Desire ran rampant in my chest, coddling me with the feeling of pure beauty. The erotic high was pulsing through my veins, even minutes after my sweet relief.

Having never been one to engage in rendezvous sin with a stranger, I fell victim to the ecstasy that was pumping my heart. Confidence showered me in a way I had never experienced, and the only one I could thank for this was Harry Fucking Styles.

"Princess." He responds against my skin, sending vibrations against my body. A smirk crept onto his lips, I could feel his cheeks dimpling against my pristine skin.

That nickname alone was enough to make me melt, especially when sugar coated by his raspy tone.

Much to my protest, a gentle kiss rested against my warm cheek, ending his proclamation of adoration on my neck. The pads of his fingers gave my hips a gentle squeeze, feeling my body one last time before he peeled back.

Quiet friction between what sounded like his fumbling hands and denim jeans brought my brow to furrow until emitting light from Harry's cell phone highlighted his most prominent features, casting a shadow down his under eyes, while glowing off his cheek bones. In comparison to all the people my path had crossed, he was the rarest of them all. Perfection seeped from every pore, his emerald greens demanding to be acknowledged, while his voice had a siren's lull.

I wonder if his soul mirrored his physical beauty.

My nose quickly scrunched up when the blue light sliced through the blinding blackness, taking several seconds for my eyes to adjust. I almost feeling idiotic for not thinking about using our phones to locate the light switch sooner. I was just a little pre-occupied...

"Smart..." I mumble, giving credit where it was due as he ignited the room with his flashlight.

"Did you underestimate me, Scotland?" Harry's voice was rich with amusement as he shined the flashlight towards me at an angle, lighting up my neck to observe the damage he did. "Because I can give you about..." The pad of his index finger tapped along the course of my neck, tickling each mark left behind as my body shuttering at the sensitivity. "Twelve reasons why you shouldn't."

"Twelve?" My eyes shot wide open in surprise, an immediate blush coating my cheeks. "There's no way."

Harry accepted my words as a challenge, calloused hand swiftly wrapping around my throat, just below my jaw. A careful push tilted my head back against the wall, confusion mixing with arousal pulsing through my chest. Moments later, a flash blurred my vision and after a quick squeeze, he set my neck free.

Jesus.

"No way, huh?" A photo of his hand around my heavily bruised neck was held up for my examination, cocky snickering echoing through the room.