𝘏𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘗𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘌𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘺 𝘛𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘦

Chapter 42 - Newport

Chapter 42

3rd POV

Newport

The next morning, Harry woke with his arms wrapped around Fleur. One hand under her shirt, cupping one of her breasts while the other lay on her stomach. He glanced at the clock next to the bed and noticed he'd woken before their alarm again.

It was four twenty-nine.

With a wave of his fingers he flicked the switch to turn off the alarm.

He buried his face into Fleurs neck. Hekissed ehr perfect skin with soft, feathery kisses, moving from her collarbone up to her ear before taking it in his mouth, sucking on it and holding it between his teeth and tugged on it.

She let out a soft moan and pushed her body back against his.

Using the hand that lay on her stomach, Harry drew a protective rune on her hip, his fingers trailing across her skin.

"Fleur." He whispered, reeling her earlobe from between his teeth.

His hand squeezed her breast while his other hand trained down her leg which was entwined with his own.

She shivered and twisted in his embrace, her brilliant sapphire eyes met his and he was sure for a moment that she purred.

Fleur's lips kissed his chest, moving up to his collarbone, each kiss slow and soft. The warmth of her breath on his bare skin sent shivers through him before she moved on to the next spot she kissed. She moved to his neck, eliciting a small gasp at the feelings that spread through himfromthe point her lips touched.

Fleur moved up to his ear and caught it in her mouth, nibbling on it as he heard her breathing growing heavy. Her kiss was like a fire raging through him.

She left his ear and he turned to take her lips with his. His hands winding into her silver hair as their tongues fought for dominance in between their mouths.

He pulled back for breath, seeing her breathing in great gasps like his own, but what struck him was the hunger in her eyes and he was positive that the same hunger was present in his own.

In his peripheral vision he noticed the clock beside the bed reading five.

He groaned.

Fleur turned to glare at the clock before growling.

Harry looked down at the barely covered Fleur as she pouted at the clock.

"What does pouting at the clock achieve?" She turned to him, continuing to pout, making him grin.

He leaned down for a kiss which she reached upto claim, her fingers trailing through his hair. She let him go and fell back to the bed with a sigh.

"We should get ready now?"

Harry nodded, sitting back from her with a sigh.

"How about we shower together. To save time of course."

Harry looked down between his legs and back at Fleur's disheveled appearance.

"Fleur, in no way could that be quicker. It's hard enough to think clearly right now without sharing a shower together."

The idea of Fleur against the wall in the shower popped into his head and he grinned.

Fleur cocked her head and narrowed her eyes.

"Are you thinking dirty thoughts, 'Arry?" He nodded, his grin growing wider.

She beamed at him, leaping forward to kiss him before jumping out of bed toward the shower, her hips swaying. Fleur turned back to him once passing the door to the bathroom and with a wink closed the door.