"I want you." The words echo into my mind.
He pushes me up against the wall and attacks my lips. I try to resist him, I push at his chest but he only pushes me harder into the wall, roaming his hands over my body. "Kiss me back Madelyn," he says in a husky voice.
The need is clear in his voice, but I still hold my ground. Again and again I push at his chest but with every try they dramatically lose their edge of meaning as I melt into his kiss. He takes both of my hands by the wrist and pins them on the wall above my head. His lips capture mine again and I lose it, all resistance gone. He groans into my mouth.
I try to shake his grip off my wrist, desperately wanting to run my fingers through his hair. When he realizes what I want to do he lets my hands go free and they wind themselves, bringing him as close as possible.
We pull apart and I see that the greens of his eyes have turned almost completely black from lust, lust for me. And in that moment I decide that I don't care. I don't care how wrong this is or how it could backfire, all I care about is the now with Harry.
My shaky fingers start to pull at the hem of his shirt. His hands go to the nape of the shirt and he pulls it off, throwing it to the ground and he watches as my fingers move from the top of his collarbone to his stomach. With every new inch of skin revealed, I lean forward to trail kisses down his body, paying special attention to his collarbone and each tattoo.
His eyes close for a brief second at the warm feeling that I know for certain is spreading through him as it is through me. My hands go up and down his chest, feeling every muscle as his eyes burn into mine.
I move up towards his ear and I don't know what's come over me but being around Harry this way gives me confidence.
"I'm going to memorize your entire body with my fingers, my lips," I breathe into his ear, pulling at his earlobe with my teeth.
His breathing hitches and then he groans and my thighs are then gripped up into his arms. His hands are on my behind, my legs around his waist. His lips press and mold onto mine the same time that his body does to my own. The once meaningful and sweet kiss transforms into something more, something more aggressive.
Somehow we make it to my room, more stumbling than walking from our haste. We both tumble to the bed and we both smile through the kiss. Harry hovers over me as his large hands find the flat of my stomach, tracing markings on my skin. I shiver at his touch and burn at the same time.
His lips leave mine to only trail down my neck. It takes everything to suppress my moan from the gentle touches. His fingers are playing with the hem of my shirt as my hands roam up and down his back, feeling everything, lowering him even more on me, loving his weight over mine.
"Take it off," I say into his ear out of breath. At my command the shirt is off within seconds. His lips teasingly brush over my skin starting from my neck all the way down to my hem of my pajama shorts. The smooth and rough pads of his fingers move up and down my bare legs, raising my goosebumps in the process.
My eyes are closed and I take heavy breaths trying to steady myself. Without really deciding to, my trembling fingers start to unbutton his pants and his movements still. I feel his eyes on mine.
"Is this okay?" I whisper, looking up at his now dark eyes.
"God, yes," he says right after and then kisses me.
I slip my fingers down into his pants, feeling the hairs and then finding his size; a very impressive size. When my fingers creep up and down his length I hear his intake of air and feel how his body goes rigid.
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PATIENT LOVE
RomanceAnd three words on the tip of my tongue Not to be spoken nor sung Or whispered to anyone Til I scream them at the top of my lungs again - Passenger ... One coincidence changes both lives.