Hey Angel. //h.s//

//Wicked Games//

Harry's POV:

'You ready?' I whisper against her neck, nodding her head she obliges. My fingers crawled up her back, tangling them in her hair. I lightly tug at her hair, ensuring I had full access to her neck. I tilted my head, pressing my lips to her jawline.

'You're all mine' I mumble into her skin. I plant small kisses along her neck and jaw, with her emitting moan after moan; I crashed my liquored lips against hers.  She pulls at the back of my curls, earning a groan off of me. The smirk on her lips evident. Oh Angel haven't you learned that two can play at this game. I squeeze her arse and her mouth immediately opens, I use this as an excuse to slip my tongue in. My hands travel up her body and straight to the zipper of the dress that adorns her body. Tracing them back down, I pull the dress down to reveal her matching black lace bra and panties. Angel, what are you doing to me? With my hands now situated on the backs of her thighs, I whisper 'jump' and she obeys.
'Good girl' I smirk.

I carry her over to the bed, gently I lay her down, watching her writhe beneath my touch. I've already got her where I want her. The smirk permanently engraved on my face. I'm beyond hard at this point. I slowly begin to peel the black lace underwear off of her, I look back up at her and her halo is glowing. My sweet, innocent Angel. I watched as she leant forward and removed her bra painfully slow. I couldn't keep my eyes off of the Aphrodite that lay beneath me.

Bring your love baby I could bring my shame
Bring the drugs baby I could bring my pain
I got my heart right here
I got my scars right here
Bring the cups baby I could bring the drink
Bring your body baby I could bring you fame
And that's my motherfucking words too
Just let me motherfucking love you

Lifting off my shirt, I let it fall to the floor in a heap, my body now revealed and her bottom lip caught between her bottom teeth. I lift her legs up, leaving her in that position as I undo my belt and slide my trousers down slowly. 'Harry please hurry up, I need you' she whines out to me, I only smirk and pull down my boxers to reveal my hard on. Her eyes widen as the moonlight obliges her eyes to becomes emeralds. I could finish just by looking at her, those legs still in the air, the emeralds I once saw now forested over with black. Before I could do anything she takes me in her hand and guides it over the spot she desired me. Her motion becoming up and down.

'Oh Angel, I'm going to take what's mine, now stop teasing me.' smirks imprint both of our faces, she releases her hold on me and I edge myself in slowly. I push myself in fully and earn a loud moan from the saint beneath me. I begin gently as I notice that her eyes are squeezed shut, I give her body time to adjust to my length.

Listen ma I'll give you all I got
Get me off of this
I need confidence in myself
Listen ma I'll give you all of me
Give me all of it
I need all of it to myself

Grace's POV:

My adonis, my heaven, my galaxy. His sweat stained hair, his eyes shut tight; he was the perfect 'hot mess' and I made him like this. He was definitely bigger than him. His pace was slow, how do you usher someone to go faster? I've wanted you for a long time and now that I have you, it can't end.

So tell me you love me
Only for tonight
Only for the night
Even though you don't love me
Just tell me you love me
I'll give you what I need
I'll give you all of me
Even though you don't love me

I pull my closer against my body, my legs spread out are now wrapped around his body. My hands trickle down finding his lower back and guide him to go faster, still going slow he doesn't change his movements.
'I don't want to hurt you Angel' he mutters.
'Do as I say and pick up the fucking pace.' he picks up the pace and he starts pushing deeper into me.

'When I saw that dress cling to your skin, I knew I wouldn't be able to kid myself. You rid me of self control.' he states matter of factly. I lean forwards and lightly kiss along his neck, earning a moan off him.

'Angel, did he fuck you properly?' he questions, I bury my head into the crook of his neck and ignore his words. 'Answer me.' His voice stern, pace fast and hard.
'No, not like you. Never like you.' 

'He doesn't deserve this body' his hands stroke down my chest demonstrating. He sees this as his opportunity to adorn my breasts and body with kisses, sucking at the skin, but not harshly enough to leave a bruise.

Harry's POV:

At this point, I'm thinking of her dancing again. I'm imagining how tight her body felt when she swayed against me, sliding down and up my body. I knew I'd fuck her better than him, I knew I'd appreciate her, I'd bathe in her. But the way she downed all those drinks, it was obvious she needed the liquid confidence and however, if she hadn't, would this be happening now? Would I be taking her in my bed? Would her wings be tainted? Oh Angel, there's no going back now. 

Let me see you dance
I love to watch you dance
Take you down another level
Get you dancing with the devil
Take a shot of this
But I'm warning you
I'm on that shit that you can't smell baby
So put down your perfume

I pull her over, so she is now situated on top of my body. Her rhythm slow and teasing. Her hands find their way to her hair and scrunch it together as she rides me. Aphrodite my goddess, I beseech you now, finish me. Her body lowers and she peppers kisses on my chest, around my tattoos and gradually travelling downwards. My hands begin tracing all around her body writing 'mine' on her back, then guiding her up and down onto me. My fingers gripping her hips roughly, pushing her to go faster. Rocking the bed beneath us, the sound of the wood belonging to my headboard smacking against the wall behind it. I notice that she is wincing again, releasing my fingers, the redness already developing into bruises. 'I didn't say let go' she states, her voice hoarse. I position my fingers back on her thighs and hold her tight. Lifting my body I begin to thrust upwards into her. 

Arching her back, I gaze upon on her body. My thrusts are met with her own downward movements, the sound of skin slapping filling my room. This is a sight I could most definitely get used to in our lust encased room. Her breath becomes heavy and her hand wanders down her body and finds her clit, rubbing it quickly. She will be the death of me. 

'Harry, I think-' and before she is able to finish the sentence, her legs tingle and her eyes roll backwards, but not before she clenches her whole body. 'God you feel so fucking good wrapped around me' I mutter as Grace creates a domino effect and now I'm spiralling, reaching my high has never felt so intense. Olympus, my home, now amongst the stars.

As our waves come crashing down, she falls atop me. Arms spread out, our bodies glistening with sweat. 'Harry' her eyes now shut, and whimpers falling from her lips. 'Ssh Angel, sleep.'

So tell me you love me
Only for tonight
Only for one night
Even though you don't love me
Just tell me you love me
I'll give you what I need
I'll give you all of me
Even though you don't love me

We were together. I forget the rest.