On a Journey To Find Love. [Zarry]

Epilogue

Harry's breath caught in his throat as Zayn pulled him against his body. His strong arms imprisoned him, his warmth welcomed him, and his scent intoxicated him. 

Zayn leaned in, then ever so gently his lips brushed against Harry's skin like soft feathers, causing him to shiver. Harry wrapped his arms around him and clung to him as his lips teasingly moved along his jawline, his hot breath making his skin tingle. 

Harry felt his hand slide up his back and into his soft curly hair. Zayn held him gently, made him wonder what his next move would be, and Harry waited in anticipation. 

"Do you want me to bite you?" Zayn asked. His tone was a low, and an inviting whisper that tempted Harry to say yes. 

Harry closed his eyes and opened his mouth. He could barely hear the yes that left his lips and his head fell back. 

Zayn tightened his hold around and as soon as his lips touched the sensitive skin on his neck, all air left his lungs. Harry was completely breathless as his mouth skillfully moved over his skin, leaving soft kisses along the way. Harry grasped the back of his shirt in sheer desperation. His stomach turned into a battlefield for butterflies. 

Lord. What was he doing to him? Zayn made his skin ripe for his mouth to have a taste. A bite. 

Then he flicked his tongue over the mark. Harry felt a strange sensation go through him. It was something deep, something raw, something very intimate that he couldn't understand. The mark tingled and itched again, adding to the need to be bitten. 

And then Harry felt the tip of his fangs graze his skin, sending shivers down his spine. It was like a warning for the bite that was to come. 

Harry's heart raced. The battle of butterflies in his stomach picked up, and he held him tighter. He flicked his tongue one last time over the mark and then his fangs pierces his skin. 

Pain shot down his neck and he whimpered, but it was soon followed by a warm sensation that made him dizzy and weak in the knees. Harry was lost, flying in what seemed like endless clouds, and he didn't want to descend. 

Zayn held him firmly in place. A soft growl left his lips as he pulled away, then his tongue swept over the wound. Harry's eyes were still shut as if he refused to wake up from this dream.

"Harry." His voice was low, hypnotic, forcing him to open his eyes and look into his golden ones. They were gleaming like liquid metal. "Are you alright?" 

Harry opened his mouth, but only a breath came out. Lord, he didn't have the energy to talk. He just leaned into him and rested his head on his chest. 

Zayn leaned down and scooped him up in his arms. He took him to bed and lay him down carefully. Harry looked up at him where his tall figure loomed over him, his eyes showing concern. 

"I am alright," Harry said, his voice barely a whisper. 

Zayn sat next to him, reaching for his face he caressed his cheek with the back of his hand. Slowly Harry's heart calmed down and his breathing become normal again. 

Harry gazed at him. His eyes still gleamed with that light and his fangs were still out. Did he want more?

Zayn watched Harry rest in his bed. His silken brown curly hair spread across the pillow, his cheeks flushed a light pink like the color of his lips, and his emerald eyes still swirling with so many emotions. Now that his demon had a taste of him, it didn't want to rest.