Remedy (H.S.)

38*

Kennedy Simmons

"... I need to taste you."

Fuck!

I was too weak to say no.

And why would I even want to say no?

I desperately wanted him. I needed him to make me feel good the way I knew he could and by the way he was looking at me I could tell that he wanted the same thing just as much.

"You can do whatever you want." I uttered, trying not to sound like I was about to collapse.

His eyes turned ten times darker to the point where I couldn't make out the green in them. His breath was uneven and he seemed to try really hard to contain himself.

He placed his hands on my waist gently - way too gently - and kissed my lips incredibly softly. "Are you sure, flower?" I nodded confidently. "I'm sure." A dark, devilish grin appeared to his face. It was different than the other smirks of his. That moment I was sure that the man infront of me was the devil himself.

I was fucked, wasn't I?

I could feel the pressure building up in my stomach and I was sure my legs were going to give up on me. All because of him.

The devil in all his glory!

He leaned in and brushed his lips against my earlobe teasingly. I could feel his hot breath against my skin and I was sure if he didn't make the proximity between us bigger soon I would melt. His grip on my waist tightened as he whispered something to me.

"I'm going to ruin you."

Holly shit!

His deep voice sent shivers all over my body. There was no way out now but, surprisingly, I didn't want to escape. I was excited to see what he would do. I knew that when he said he was going to ruin me he meant that but I wasn't scared. I was impatient.

He quickly picked me up and threw me on the bed like a rag doll. Before I could proceed anything he kneeled in front of the bed, grabbed my ankles and pulled me closer too him so that his head was literally between my legs.

I could feel his breath against me and it was driving me insane. I felt like I was going to explode if he didn't move quickly. Thankfully he was as desperate as me and waiting wasn't in his plans.

He started kissing and sucking the skin of my inner thighs. His movements were slow but pleasurable. He was trying really hard to hold back for my own sake. "Pretty girl... You drive me crazy." His already hoarse voice had gotten deeper, the hint of lust was now clearer than ever.

He licked a line from my knee to my upper inner thigh making me moan loudly. The closer he got on my core the more desperate to feel him I got. Unfortunately for me he was in the mood to tease me.

He quickly took of my shoes and shorts leaving me just in my matching panties. I internally thanked God I had worn something presentable and I didn't embarrass myself. Harry took a moment to look at me up and down. The moment I started to get self-conscious an approving smile made an appearance on his face reassuring me a little.

"I've waited way too fucking long to have you, little devil. Now that I finally got you I'm going to make you feel better than anyone has ever or will ever make you feel. I'll make sure you'll never forget about it."

His words made my heart skip a beat. I knew he wasn't kidding. I wouldn't survive this! Rest in peace Kennedy Simmons! I dug my own grave when I told him to do whatever he wanted. I had willingly given him full control over me.