PULSE [H.S]

101

"Yours was the night I loved, the one where I loved you beneath the moon's silent smile." — Atticus Poetry

Harry is mine again, and I am his.

I've never been happier than I am when I'm with him, and tonight only made me fall even deeper for him. Losing him was one of the hardest things I've ever dealt with, but in the end, it only made us stronger.

He lays me down on the blanket, crawling on top of me between my legs. The ground is soft against my back due to the thick blanket we are on top of, but Harry is anything but soft above me.

His lips connect with mine as our kiss is full of passion and a longing for each other. He claims me with his mouth, marking his territory as he sucks on the skin of my jaw and neck, leaving dark spots behind in the wake. I want him to leave those marks on every inch of my skin.

I thought I loved Harry before we temporarily broke up. I did love him, but that love doesn't even compare to this in the slightest. That love was only a fraction of what I feel for him now. At the time, I didn't think it was possible to love him anymore than I did, but what I feel for him now is more powerful than anything I could've fathomed.

"You're such an angel, Kiz," he says against my neck.

Angel. Baby. Pretty girl. Sweet devil. He can call me a sack of potatoes and it would still sound good rolling off his tongue. I don't care what he calls me, as long as I can call him mine.

He rasps, "But we'll both be going to hell after what I'm about to do to you tonight, baby."

My eyes widen in anticipation as excitement shoots through me. He always takes me to another world when he is inside of me, and somehow it only feels better and better each time as he takes me to yet another place I could've never imagined.

I say, "Ruin me, Harry."

He nearly growls as he presses his lips against mine again, sucking all of the air out of my lungs. His hands slide under my shirt, gripping my body below my ribs on both sides. His thumbs rub against my skin, and my core is already aching for him.

My body reacts to him so easily, instantly craving the feeling of our bodies together. They fit so well, like we were custom built for each other. He lights my body on fire, making every nerve in my body wake up.

Before he can take any of my clothes off, I flip us over. By me flipping him over, I mean I tried to flip us over; he laughed at my weak attempt, and then he flipped us over so I'm on top of him.

He hums, "Mmm, can never tell if you want to top or be topped."

I straddle him as he lays back on the ground, staring up at me with his green eyes that pierce right through the night sky. He sits up slightly, making himself eye level with me, and I immediately close the gap between our mouths.

"I like to switch it up," I murmur against his lips.

I can feel his bulge through both of our pants, and I roll my hips against him. My body needs to feel some friction between us, and I press our bodies together, eliciting a moan from his mouth.

Harry says with a breathy voice, "Grind on me, baby."

His lips latch onto the skin under my jaw as I grind myself against him harder. When he sucks on my sweet spot, a whimper leaves my mouth, and my hands tangle in his hair. He feels good beneath me as I roll my hips, but I need more.

His hands slide under my shirt, and he slips the top right off of my body as I raise my arms to help him. My bra is gone soon after. I return the favor, pulling his shirt over his head and throwing it to the side. His bare chest makes my head spin.