Forced Happily Ever After // H.S

Chapter 13

After our lips met in a kiss, his hands immediately places themselves on my hips and he lifts me up so I sit on the counter.

My feet locks around his hips so I can push him towards me as my hands slides up his chest to lock around his neck.

Our kiss deepens more, his tongue swiping my bottom and I opened them up so he could get access. Our tongues battle with each other, his hands firmly placed on my hips as my hands were in his hair.

I pull away from his lips to open my eyes and look at his closed ones. Our breaths were going up and down in a fast pace after the kiss. "I want to have sex with you." I whisper and I jump slightly when his eyes open so fast.

"Violet, you're drunk." He murmurs, stroking a hair lock from my face to place it behind my ear. His eyes were looking into mine as he licks his bottom lip.

I couldn't help but look down at them, thinking of how they tasted. How good he is to kiss, how much I really want to kiss him every time I get the chance.

I am not experienced in the intimacy part of a relationship since I haven't been in one until now. I don't even know if I will regret this tomorrow, I probably will.

But right now I just have this feeling that I need to be close with him, really really close to him. When you are married, you should tie the knot completely, right?

I'm 18. Harry was my first relationship. My first fake husband. Who knows if we're going to be together forever or not, I don't know. But I know that I want to be close to him right now, I really do.

Isn't it a saying that tells that when you're drunk you speak your true mind?

This is my true mind.

"I mean it Harry. I want to have sex with you." I tell him again as I put a more strict tone to my voice. "I really want it." My voice is almost whining at this point, that just shows how desperate I am for him. I kiss his lips before I let mine rest on them. "Please." I whisper.

A groan escapes his lips before he lifts me up and carries me upstairs as his lips kisses on my neck. The door to the bedroom opens, his feet walks over the carpet and to the bed and he places me softly down.

"This fucking bikini." He growls as his finger traces down my neck, over my breasts. I let out a gasp as he strokes his thumb over my left nipple, feeling goosebumps on my body. His fingers continue to trace down my stomach and I bite my lip as he gets closer to my bikini bottom.

He hooks two fingers underneath the straps on both sides before he drags it down my legs. I feel a blush creep up on my cheek as I am bare for him, showing off my most sensitive parts that I haven't shown to anyone before.

"Are you sure you want this?" He asks softly as his eyes looks up to mine with burning desire. I give him a nod of acceptance, not even giving it a second thought before everything gets started.

His lips starts slowly kissing up my inner thigh as I let out a shaky breath. He moves closer and closer towards it starts to ache, where it aches for pleasure. For him to give me pleasure I have been fantasizing about my whole life.

I let out a shaky breath as he is getting closer, my heart beating faster in my chest as he kisses down there. I let out a small gasp as I feel his tongue slowly slide upwards.

It's an unfamiliar feeling that I've never experienced before. "Harry." I moan as he keeps on licking me with his tongue, is this what sex feels like? If that feels as good as this, I can't wait.

"How does it feel?" He asks softly as another moan escapes my lips as his tongue licks again.

"It feels good." I reply shakily and bite my lips. I feel his hands spreading something before I feel his tongue going deeper, making me let out an even louder moan.

I feel my breath getting heavy by each lick he takes, my body shivering with euphoria by each lick of his tongue. This isn't as good as I've imagined it before.

I felt his tongue go in and out inside of me and my hair immediately went up to his hair to tug slightly on it. "Mh Harry." I moan as I feel goosebumps rise on my skin by the feeling.

"That feels so good, so so good." I moan as he quicken his pace with his tongue before he takes it out. I was about to protest before he starts to suck on my clit and I let out a gasp.

Even if I've never had sex before or had an intimate relationship with a guy before, I have thought about this. I've been thinking of how sex feels multiple times and I've caught myself trying to get an orgasm.

It wasn't as good as this.

"Mh you taste so good, baby." He mumbles against my skin as he sucks again with his lips. It sends a shooting feeling of pleasure through my body and I feel a tingling feeling forming in my stomach.

I think I know where this is going, and I can't wait.

"If heaven is like this, I am a very lucky man." His raspy voice announces and I feel a blush creep on my cheek as he sucks even harder on my clit and I move slightly by the feeling.

I moan his name out loud as I feel my orgasm coming and I see stars for a second as I try calm down. He gives my clit a few licks before it gets cold and I try to calm my heavy breath.

I open my eyes slowly to look up at him, his green eyes piercing with lust and hunger with his lips coated in my arousal. I bite my lip slightly before I place my hand flat on his neck and bring him down to me to kiss his lips.

"I don't think we should go all the way tonight." He mumbles against my lips before he kisses them again and I furrow my eyebrows slightly.

"Why?" I mumble back as I feel his tongue swipe on my bottom lip.

"I don't want you to regret this tomorrow." He confesses as he pulls slightly away so his lips ghosts over mine. "You're pretty drunk, Violet. I know I've made my mistakes but I don't want you to make one. I want you to be sure that you really want this."

I feel embarrassment flushing through me by his words, he doesn't want me to make a mistake? Does that mean he thinks that I am a mistake? I know we got married for a reason, but sex wasn't a part of it.

"Uhm." I felt the words getting stuck in my throat as I wasn't sure of what to full say about that. I swallow slightly as I look to the side, not daring to look him in the eyes as I'm afraid I'll start to cry.

"I need to go to the bathroom." I manage to finally get out and he gets himself off me and I immedietly sprint on to my feet and rush to the attached bathroom. I lock the door behind me before I turn around and let the tears stream down my cheeks

I hear him shuffling around in the room before the door to the bedroom opens and closes and I let out a strangled sob. I felt so humiliated. It felt so good for one second, but the other it felt like I was watched.

I appreciate that he didn't want to do this when I was drunk, but I knew that I wanted it. I just knew and I was hoping he could go all the way with it.

I slide down the door and pulled my feet up and wrapped my arms around them as I rested my cheek on my knees.

It didn't take long before I fell asleep