The Cost of Immortal Love [H.S A.U]

F I V E

My heart races as the words leave his lips. He stands before me casually waiting for me to respond. I don't think I'm even breathing at this point, I'm waiting for me to wake up but all there is, is just us. Harry, me and a proposition.

"I- I don't know what to say." I can't sit still, pacing around the room biting my nails. I think my brain is actually exploding as we speak.

"You say yes and we start right now." I turn to him annoyed with how little he thinks this is serious. "What? For fuck sakes Briana just let yourself unwind for once. Let yourself live while you can."

"Harry this isn't like planning a vacation and splurging on a fucking hotel room." He shushes me as I begin to anxiously raise my voice.

"You're right, this isn't a fucking vacation, this is me a man asking you a woman to allow me to show you a hell of a better time than some vacation." He mocks and I smack his arm. It probably hurt me more than him.

"Why?"

"Because you deserve it, hell because we would both benefit from it. Look, it's just sex. We can take it slow, I'll show you the ropes and we both get some fun and entertainment every now and then." He sits on the bench in front of the bed leaning back on the wood.

I anxiously staring at him, waiting for him to laugh and tell me it's a joke, a really bad fucking joke. He's in front of me in a blink of an eye and picks me up. My legs wrap around his back as he holds my thighs firm. My back presses against the wall as he pushes us against it. His breath intertwining with mine.

He presses his lips to mine and I can tastes the wine he must have had before coming to see me. His grip on my thighs tighten and he pushes himself harder against me. I gasp as the feeling of him between my legs ignites. "Harry," I breathlessly pant trying to pull myself away.

"I haven't done any of my moves and you're already screaming my name." His curls tickle my chin as he kisses and nips at my neck. I giggle but push his shoulders back. He lets go of me and I clutch the wall to keep me from stumbling to the ground. He walks back giving me some space but we don't look away from each other.

"Harry I'm, I don't know how to get out of my head." His tense gaze softens. "I- I can't stand to imagine myself in such a way to just, to just let go." He sighs and my palms become moist from my nervousness.

"Come here." He holds out his hand and I hesitate but ultimately push myself off the wall and accept it. We walk back to the bed on to the bench and he attempts to pulls me onto him but I don't oblige. He furrows his brows and tries to pull me onto him again but my self-conscious is screaming horrible things at me. "Sit on my lap or I'll make you." I swallow remembering how easily he picked me up before. No grunting or huffing out of pain, not even a shaking arm. I close my eyes and take a deep breath as I straddle him. When I open them he's looking me up and down and my face.

"I could ... we could start slow. We have time, time to enjoy every inch of each other." He grabs my hips and lifts off the bench adjusting himself, the motion forcing me to place my hand on his chest to stop me from falling into him. He grasps my hand and lifts it to his lips. He folds my fingers into a ball leaving my index finger out. My mouth opens as he slides it into the warmth of his and sucks. He pulls it out tantalizingly slow and at the tip of my finger nips at the skin. I pull back as a natural reaction and he smiles.

"Okay." He blinks. Not seeing it coming either I don't dare to move. I don't want to lose this ounce of confidence that allowed me to answer.

"Okay." He smiles, I gasp as he lifts us both off the bench and walk round the bed. My arms wrap around his neck, his hands gripping my ass. He squeezes as he lays me down on the bed and I bite my lip from making any sound that might embarrass me. He stands back up and takes his shirt off. Beautiful tanned skin making me blush, I cross my arms over my eyes as I feel him spread my knees apart leaning into me. He lifts my shirt and my breath quickens. He kisses the skin above my navel then my lips. He pulls my arms away from my face and places them at my side.