Love Bites™ (Harry Styles) [✔] Completed

Chapter Twenty-two

A/N: This is a bit MATURE. You've been warned.

"Um... Did I mention Dacey and I used to have a thing...?" Harry asked.

"No, but I overheard."

After forcing Harry to tell me the whole story, I felt a bit guilty. He left Dacey because of me. That makes sense now; why she hates me. She was probably in love with Harry. I know I am and it didn't take long.

"But she moved on," Harry mentioned.

"Really?"

"Yeah, she has this massive crush on Louis."

"Oh yeah, I caught them being all close and personal on the couch last week."

"Wow. I'm not surprised, though."

I laid down next to Harry and started to trace his abdominal muscles with my index finger. For some reason I've been wanting to do that for a whilst. I don't know why, but I just have this- oh, hell with it.

I brought my lips right below Harry's ear and kissed the skin. It was his weakness, perfect. Something in me just knew it was there. My teeth lightly grazed at the sensitive spot of his skin. I then gracefully crawled onto him and kissed along his jawline. Teasingly, I kissed the corner of his mouth and then went to his neck.

Harry groaned when I began to suck on the skin of his neck. His eyes were closed as my hands traveled up his shirt, pushing it up as I went. He sat up to take the shirt off and bring me into a kiss with his hand caressing my cheek. I moaned softly as an unexpected pleasure flowed through me. Let's just say I forgot about the skirt I was wearing.

Harry smirked into our kiss before rubbing his thumb against the sensitive area again causing me to whimper into the kiss. His thumb started moving in a circular motion and I was failing at trying to be quiet and hold in my moans. After all, everyone was home and they were vampires, so they could hear us.

My eyes clamped shut as his thumb moved more fiercely on my clit. Even though I couldn't see him, I knew him well enough to know he was smiling at my reactions. My hips tried to force more pressure onto the area by moving downward on his lap. His free hand started to unbutton my skirt. Once he'd unzipped it, I shimmied out of it. Harry wolf-whistled as I did so. I rolled my eyes at him.

I climbed back onto the bed and was pushed down onto my back by his strong hand. Harry got overtop of me and dipped his head into the crook of my neck, nudging mine to the side. He left a strand of soft kisses along my neck, going over them twice before finding one spot to fixate on. Harry nibbled on the spot in the crook of my neck, sucking on it afterward.

I forced my eyes open and found the zipper to Harry's jeans. My fingers worked with the button next, hastily trying to get them undone. Harry finished with my neck by licking the spot and blowing cool air onto it, sending shivers through my body. He got out of his jeans and winked at me in the process. My lip was held between my teeth as I could already tell he was pretty- okay no, he was huge and that's coming from the boxers still being on.

Harry got back onto the bed, but I pushed him down this time so I was on top. The problem with this is that we both like to dominate. I had a disadvantage, though. He's a man and men are generally stronger. I slowly made my way up his torso, leaving a trail of kisses as I went.

"This might sound awkward, but are you a virgin?"

"Mmhmm," I hummed into his chest.

"Dammit."

"What?" I asked looking up to him.

"That means I have to be gentle."

"Harry, I'm a vampire, you can't hurt me."

Instead of responding he flipped me over and stripped me from my shirt.

"Good point," he replied smirking.

Harry's fingers hooked onto the elastic of my underwear and swiftly removed them. He forced my knees up with his hands and spread my legs. To say I felt exposed was an understatement. His thumb went right back to rubbing my clit. Multiple whimpers kept escaping my lips. One of his fingers slid across my entrance teasingly. My hands gripped tight to the duvet, trying to keep myself from bucking my hips. Not long after I felt one of his long fingers enter my centre slowly. It was actually painfully slow. Harry's finger slipped out and right back in. He added another finger and another so that now I had three inside of me. They curled right against my g-spot instantly making me scream in pleasure. His fingers moved in and out with more speed and increased intensity. My breathing was very unsteady as I tried to keep in any vocal sounds. Harry pulled out his fingers and held eye contact with me as he sucked each finger clean one-by-one. I chewed on my bottom lip. Just watching him do that was a turn-on.

"They left," Harry said almost as if he'd read my mind.

That's what was holding me back from vocally expressing the immense pleasure; I didn't want everyone in the house to be listening. To be honest, it just creeped me out.

Harry's thumb started to play with my sensitive spot again as he crawled up my body. His lips found mine right as another wave of pleasure consumed me, causing me to moan in decent volume, for Harry had a smug smile on his lips.

"You need to fight it if you want this to work," Harry said in a serious tone.

"Want... What to... Work?" I asked between panting for air.

"This; sex. You have to push out any thoughts of what we're doing as being anything more than sex."

"O-okay."

I saw him take off the last piece of clothing he had on; his boxers. When I saw his size I got a little nervous. I'm a vampire, so it shouldn't hurt. But, when I was still human I never lost my virginity. Harry must've sensed my fright.

"I'll go slow," he said, soothingly brushing a strand of hair from my face.

I wanted to close my eyes to prepare for the pain. However, Harry pushed into me so subtly that I had no chance. His first few thrusts were very slow and pretty painful at first. Now that I'd had the time to adjust, the perks of vampirism, all I felt was pleasure. I nodded my head as a signal for him to go faster. He obliged and did so without hesitation. Each push in and pull out seemed to have a type of effect on my body that I'd never knew existed. It was like my body was entering euphoria. Harry's hands planted themselves above my head, clenching onto the duvet. I could tell he was holding back. Truthfully, I didn't want him to.

"It's okay," I more so moaned out rather than said.

This seemed to take him by surprise, but he didn't argue against it. His hands stayed where they were as he plunged deep into my core. I gasped at the feeling it gave me. Things got rougher and faster after that. Thrusts became more urgent and sweat was appearing on Harry's skin. My own body was becoming clammy, I could tell. If there were a headboard behind me I'm 99.99% positive Harry would've been using it for support. It was obvious he was still holding something back. My core started to get more heated and moans were louder. Harry's name had left my mouth in a higher pitch than I knew that I was capable of multiple times.

"I-I'm close," I whimpered.

Harry nodded in agreement which I knew meant a countdown. As soon as he said one we both came. He pulled out and collapsed beside me.

"Next time I want to be on top," I mentioned once I'd caught my breath.

Harry gave me a lazy smile and pulled me over to him, wrapping his arms round me protectively and kissing the top of my head.

"That's fine by me, as long as there is a next time."

"Are you guys done up there?" a voice shouted from downstairs.

"I thought you said they left!" I said astounded.

"They just got back, love."

"Hello?" the voice called.

Harry and I both laughed, "YES."