Seraphic||H.S

Chapter 25

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This chapter can be a bit confusing, but it will all makes sense later on. There's going to be a lot of things happening in the upcoming chapters, so I hope your pumped for it cause I am!!

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Flashes of luster was all that passed through my muse.

It had been thunder coursing through my veins, lighting my nerves with heavy fire. It was like a blow into a flame, igniting my heart into ways I could never understand. His touch, his presence, his blazing eyes had me gliding through the clouds, rolling deeper into the misty night. I felt like a sparrow who's feathers spiked into orange and yellow, burning through the clouds as it clawed in defeat. It was a bittersweet defeat, taking my breath with its broiling sensation. I needed the storm, the whirlwind, and the earthquake to invade my every being.

Harry's hand had guided into my hair, his other at my hip. Pressure and heat surrounded us, taking our humanity as we continued to kiss one another. He roughly thrusted me against the icy terrace as his hips was forcefully pushed into my own. His lips laid softly against mine at first, until his palms had tangled into my hair, his lips aching and lustful. My hands had found their way under his shirt, and gently clawed at his contracting muscles. He pushed himself closer until our bodies raveled with sweet aspiration. He parted my lips and deepened the kiss eagerly. Harry's searing touch sent my nerves screeching in pain, my throat nearly closing in. My breaths became ragged and tired from his energy; his scorching flame propelled into me like large droplets of rain drowning my lungs entirely.

Abruptly, his lips travelled down my jaw and neck, leaving kisses and lustful bites to sting my heaping skin. Gasping, the cool air felt like fresh mint plunging down the windpipe and through my quaking lungs. His hands seized at my hips, yet his hold wavered from a strong grip to a soft clasp. I could feel his hands shaking at my sides, his ponder rolling into numerous directions that soon brought him to an undesirable end. Instead, he began to pull at my sweater, tugging 'till the fabric ripped between his fingertips. The sound of the peeling fabric sent shivers down my spine.

In the back of my muse, a voice growled at me to step away, to avoid his eyes and his evil grip. She knew this was an ominous explosion waiting to happen, and I knew it too. Harry was a dark cloud following my every move, shadowing over me, ready to strike with its powerful blow. Yet, he was linked to me, and I to him. I could feel it in the marrow of my bones. I wanted nothing more than to be at his side, but I knew I was nothing but a tragedy in his strong hold.

"Harry!" A familiar voice had shouted. "For the love of...where the hell are you?"

It was Damien, shrieking through the hallway in a vexed tone. Behind the closed door, his voice grew louder.

At that, Harry's lips parted away. With his eyes screwed shut, Harry rested his forehead against mine, sighing in irritation and exasperation. I opened my eyes and noticed the quivering of his shoulders and biceps, his heavy fumes wavering in the atmosphere. He slowly prodded his eyes open, showing the eyes of a lion, beautiful and daunting all at once. Emerald and gold pounced at one another in heaps of combustion and flame. In the reflection of his dilated pupils, my eyes too blared brightly, as if they were part of the ocean swaying in a haste hurricane.

His hand caressed my cheek gently as he pulled away, his eyes casting down. "I should go."

I nearly stammered for words. "No...you should stay."