Fiendish

Chapter 40

Would you pin me to a wall? Would you beg or would you crawl?

-Halsey, Trouble

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Carmen's Pov.

A few minutes later I was lying in Harry's arms. He put back on his black boxers and I grabbed a new shirt. Harry playfully complained about me covering up and I slapped his arm, ignoring him.

I laid my head on his chest and listened to Harry's steady heart beat. His fingers made circles along my back, sending shivers along my spine. I didn't know what time it was, nor did I care. I only cared about right now; I didn't want this moment to end.

"Carmen?" Harry called and I looked up at him. His beautiful brown hair was disheveled and his green eyes had a fire behind them.

Harry's fingers trailed along my jaw to my temple.

"What are you thinking about?" Harry asked, tapping my temple lightly. I took his hand in mine and laced our fingers together. His hand was much larger than mine and I liked the feeling of his rough hands on my smooth skin.

"You," I told him, looking up at him through my lashes, "Us, everything really."

Harry gave me a small, hesitant smile. There was a smile on his face, but his eyes were telling a complete different story I didn't understand. I almost asked what was wrong, but Harry kissed me. I could never get enough of the taste of his sweet lips on mine. All too soon, Harry pulled away.

"I can't believe you gave me a blow job." Harry laughed and my face turned stark red. I slapped Harry's chest and he laughed hard.

"Oh my goodness." I put my face in my hands, laughing slightly. I couldn't believe it either.

Harry pried my hands away from my face and I closed my eyes. His laugh was contagious and I loved it.

"Open your eyes, babygirl." He whispered in my ear and a shiver ran down my spin. I loved it when he called me babygirl.

I opened my eyes, still blushing madly, and looked at Harry's smiling face. He leaned forward and kissed me for what felt like the millionth time, not that I was complaining. Every time he kissed me, my mind went all fuzzy and my body tingled. It was like the need for Harry's touch was so strong that my body buzzed when we finally came in contact with one another.

Harry pulled away all to quickly and I whimpered. Harry laughed and pulled me onto his lap, tugging me close to him. One hand rested on my thigh and the other rested on my waist.

"You don't have to be embarrassed, Princess." Harry whispered in my ear, making me shiver. "If it makes you feel better, that was literally the best head I've ever gotten."

I slapped Harry's chest again, but I'd be lying if I said I didn't like Harry's blunt, dirty mouth. "Whatever." I told him and he grabbed both of my wrist. Before I could even blink, I was on my back with my arms raised above my head. Harry was hovering over me with one hand keeping my wrist in place and the other roughly grabbing my waist.