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Amelia's POV

Just as his lips touch mine my body starts to heat up making me feel as if I was on fire. With every stroke of his lips against mine my blood felt as if it was flowing faster. My heart was beating so fast I was so sure it would pop right out of my chest.

I didn't even realise I wasn't responding to the kiss until I felt a slight sting where his hand came down in my thigh and I gasped out loud.

"Do you like that baby? Do you like it when my hand hits your tender flesh? " Harry asks me in a husky voice and I am left speechless and I can only nod my head vigorously.

"Words baby. Answer with your mouth. You seem to have a big one tonight. " he growls and before I can reply his soft lips slam right back into mine.

Nothing about this kiss was gentle. It was pure and raw passion being poured into this kiss.

The way his lips caressed mine in a fierce way had me fearing that I'd get hurt but all that thoughts were erased as soon as he took hold of my bottom lip and tugged at it with his teeth.

My insides were like molten lava. All hot and liquid. It felt like I was unable to move.

His tongue probed and ran along the line of my bottom lip, asking for entrance but I never granted it. He'd have to work for this one.

Grunting out of frustration I suddenly felt a hand pressed firmly against my stomach and slowly sliding its way up to cup the sensitive mounds on my chest.

I was left flabbergasted and out of shock my mouth slacked, giving him the entry he wanted in the first place.

I let out a small groan that he swallowed into his mouth as his tongue started it's battle with mine 

My hands had a mind of it's own and started exploring the muscles of his back.

As his kissing got rougher so did my hands and getting quite irritated at the material separating my hands from his back, my hands shoved themselves up his shirt and my nails dug into the skin above his hip bones.
Soon enough I felt his hands tugging at the flimsy shirt covering my body and without any thought of it, I let him pull it off leaving my in my shorts and a thin bra that does nothing to hide my obvious arousal.

As if he can hear my thoughts he looks down at my chest and a cocky smirk makes its way onto his face.

After he actually looks properly at me his breathing gets heavier and with the little lighting I'm surprised to see his pupils dilate a little bit more and mine probably does the same because of the growl he releases.

"Do you know how tempted I am right now to just rip that fucking things covering you and just bury myself deep inside of you. " he breathes and my breath gets trapped in my throat.

"God, I'd lose myself in you. You must be so fucking tight, am I right? " he questions and I can just stare up at him in utter shock and amazement.

"Or, " he drags on as he begins to fiddle with the fabric of my shorts, "Are you a slut hmm? You going to be my slut? " he asks and nervous tremors shoot up my spine, making me shake much to his liking.

Before I can lose myself in another stomach clenching kiss his phone starts to ring making him groan out of utter frustration.

As he looks back down at me realisation of our situation and our actions smack me in the face and almost as fast as lightning do I push him off me with such a force he almost tumbles of the side of the bed.

"What the fuck? " he hisses and all I do is point to the phone that hasn't stopped ringing.

He looks at the phone and then back at me and shoots me a look so cold I can only look down.