Serenity [h.s]

rough sex and passionate words*

warning; this chapter is a little more intense than my others, you've been warned.

-I can taste it, my hearts breakin' please don't say it.

You're fucking art darling.

Harry Styles

My eyes roamed all over her body, the way each dip and curve illuminated my mind completely had me on patriotic edge; I was going to combust just from the sight of my beautiful baby girl.

She was slowly stripping for me and I was harder than a fucking rock, and my god I knew she was doing it purposely because I saw the longing in her eyes as they were locked on mine and I felt her energy radiating off of her body.

"I've missed you," she tells me while ridding her blouse, the curves of her breasts penetrating me. I was losing it, and palming myself wasn't helping.

I only groaned in pleasure as she straddled my lap, taking my hand and allowing it to grasp her full breast.

She threw her head back as I leaned in, and allowed my lips to kiss down the valley of her breasts, biting the flesh softly.

I pulled away and sat back against the couch, watching her undress before me.

"I missed you more, baby girl," I huskily murmured, biting my lip as I imagined how she'd look on her knees, the feeling of her lips wrapped around me would feel.

I moaned lowly and watched as she rid of her bra, the straps falling off her shoulders and her nipples perked up completely.

"Fuck," I hissed and watched her sit up slightly, pulling down her pants, my eyes roaming down, the sight of her pure white lace nickers fucking me up. My chest heaved up and down, and I was going mad because I haven't had her in so goddamn long, I felt like a drug addict wanting more.

As her pants came off, she was only left in those damned panties and I was left fucking myself in my mind.

"You seem tense," she jokingly says, I only growl and cup her ass with my hands, grinding our hips together, her hands going to my shoulders for leverage.

"You're a fucking tease, woman," I breathe harshly, feeling her soaked against my boxers. Her bum circled on top of my length harsher and I whimpered; squeezing her tightly.

"Oh," she moaned and I latched my lips onto her neck, Summers whimpers echoing throughout the large house.

"Harry please," she moaned.

"What do you want," I groaned, pushing her up as I took off my boxers quickly, standing up and holding her close to my body as I slowly bent down, taking her underwear with me. She whined when I'd smack her ass along the way, her hand going through my thick hair, pulling on it roughly.

"Tell me what you want, Summer and I'll give it to you," my lips pressed against her pelvis and she hissed, my length hard agaisnt my stomach, and I felt the precum leak out.

"I want it hard; rough, break the bloody couch, tear up the pillows, I crave it." I growled as I stood up, grabbing her chin between my fingers and looking straight into her ocean blue eyes. The eyes of a sinful angel.

"You can't take rough," I murmued lowly, and she glared.

"I can. You're just terrified I'll break. But here's the issue my love, you can't break the already broken." I let my thumb caress her skin softly, lowering my lips onto hers in a gentle kiss; knowing she was right. The woman I loved was broken for so many reasons and yet I still didn't know most of them. She only told me a few secrets of tons that she kept hidden.