Harry Styles, a secret service agent working for British intelligence is tasked with finding the killer after a series of brutal but calculated murders across Europe. His mind is sharp, he's smart, arrogant and works with a precision that leaves no...
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Winter
One moment I was pulling him by his tie, tugging him so our lips could crash together. The next moment, his hands were on my hips and we were walking. I was being walked backwards, Harry guiding me. We were going to his bedroom. Stumbling over my own feet, Harrys hands supported me as I tried to walk backwards up the stairs, while not paying a single bit of attention to where I was going. I relied on him completely. My hands gripped onto his biceps.
My back met the door and it swung open behind me as Harry kept walking, letting go of me with one hand to blindly shut the door behind him. As soon as the door was closed, he was spinning me around, my back made contact with the door again, his body pressed into mine.
His lips made contact with my neck almost immediately after, right underneath my jaw. His lips were warm, harsh, his tongue grazed my jaw while I felt him take my skin between his teeth, humming against me as he did. My hands moved from his biceps, resting on his hips so I could slide them up beneath his shirt, holding onto his sides. Harry inhaled a sharp breath at the feeling, my hands were so cold, and his skin so warm. His mouth curved up into the smallest grin as he left sloppy kisses from below my ear to the neck of the hoodie I had on.
There was something about the way he had me trapped between his body and the door, him having complete control over me that drove me insane. The feeling of his chest pressed against mine, the increasing heaviness of his breath, the tips of his fingers digging into my hips to pull my body closer to his. It drove me fucking wild.
One of my hands remained on his side, while my other reached up to tangle into the back of his thick hair, knitting my fingers into his roots to tug in it. He hummed into my neck at the feeling, immediately pulling his lips from my neck to crash his mouth into mine again. His tongue drew along my bottom lip, waiting for me to part my lips. So I did, letting him slip his tongue inside of my mouth. That feeling of his tongue had a pressure growing in my stomach, my body becoming slightly more restless under his hold. He slid his hand up from my hip to grasp my face roughly, pressing his fingers into my cheeks to hold my head in place and force my lips to part when he pulled back from me. His dilated pupils met mine.
