Silver Dust; In The Darkness (UNDER EDITING)

Four (Edited)

Chapter Four

(Warning: the scene ahead might be abhorrent, abominable, appalling, awful, disgusting, distasteful, dreadful, evil, foul, fulsome, gross, hideous, horrendous, horrible, horrid, loathsome, nasty, nauseating, nauseous, noisome, noxious, obnoxious, offensive, odious, rancid, repellent (also repellant), repugnant, repulsive, revolting, scandalous, shocking, sickening, ugly for others. i.e, Harmony and Schuyler sitting on a tree K-I-S-S-I-N-G)

 Harmony's POV  

I moaned.

His hands were around my waist, pinning me closer to his body as he bathe my neck with his kisses. I inhaled his familiar and intoxicating scent. My hands were on his hair as he continued his mind-blowing ministrations.

He groaned in protest when I pulled his head up, but the protest soon turned into one of pleasure when I wildly crashed my lips on his. Unlike the previous encounters, he wasn't gentle this time. It was as if he longed for my kisses. Like as if he longed for me.

My hands found the tie that bonded his slightly long hair together. As usual, I pulled it, releasing his hair. He stopped kissing me when he noticed his hair was undone. His laughter vibrated through our close bodies.

"You've grown quite fond of my hair, haven't Harmony?" He whispered a big smile on his face.

"You noticed?" Was my only reply before pulling him back down so I can kiss him, again. He slightly nibbled my lower lip. I gasped. He took that opportunity to plunge his tongue in my mouth. He didn't stop his exploration until we were both gasping for air. When he recovered, he started trailing kisses on my jaw, then slightly lingering to my ears as he whispered sweet nothings, then to my neck. His hand found the sleeve of my nightie and he eased it down, exposing my shoulder. In my sixteen years of existence, I've never felt this comfortable with anyone--not even with Chuck. The guy was making me feel things that I've never felt before.

 

A loud and very creepy howl made us both froze in place. We were on my bed at Belles' house fully cloth and making out. 

A very familiar guy was on top of me, in between my legs, holding his weight on his shoulders. His dark hair framing his face, his silver eyes were shining and clouded with lust and something else. Something very akin to longing.

But why? Why would he be longing for me?

If only I could remember his name, I would know.

In an instant he was on the foot of my bed, leaving me alone and cold. I eased my sleeve up as I sat, staring at the beautiful creature.

"You're leaving?" I asked, disappointed. "You didn't even tell your name."

I tried to reach him but my hand froze mid-air when I saw his eyes. The once silver, now shone bright red.

"You don't need my name, your highness." He smirked.

"TranqegoFiererisEviori."

Suddenly, I felt an overpowering drive to close my eyes and lay down and just...sleep.

I woke up in a strange but, really comfortable bed. Oh, fudge cake. I felt like an alcoholic in its usual Monday morning hangover, like someone was having a birthday party in my brain. What the fudge cake happened?

I looked at my surrounding. White, bright and laced.

A picture of elegance.So not me.

Then I remembered. Oh! Right, I was at Belle's house.