Forced To Be With Him 24/7

Chapter 22

Okay guys I have been getting messages about the sex scenes being too fast and un-detailed. I can't say I am expert but I'll try to do better. The idea here was to brush against the sex scene when it happened and then re-tell it from their memory. You can think of it as tiny clips in a movie while it happened but further detailed flashbacks later in the story. Anyways, I'll try to improve it. Hope everyones enjoying the story so far :)

Harry's POV

Alex falls asleep on me halfway through the film 'Rumor has it'.

Her nose makes this weird noise every time she inhales and her mouth is open for not being able to breathe properly.

I stare at her as I close down the sound of the film. Her eyes flutter and her chest goes up and down under my arms. I slowly remove myself from her. 

She is so beautiful it makes me want to scream. Everything I did has a purpose around her and I know its something I should fight for but she was so clear that she didn't want me, I am scared to.

The night I made love to her was one of the best nights in my life.

Her skin was like silk under my touch as I roamed my finger tips across her legs and bare tits.

She tasted like sugar in my mouth and she looked at me with those vulgar eyes as I ate her tight pussy out. She screamed my name repeatedly as her knees and legs started to shake with the overwhelming pleasure of the orgasm she was about to have.

As I thrusted myself the last time into her, I groped the headboard so hard it broke. Her nails racked down my back and then got lost in my hair, tugging at the roots.

She was hungry for me as much as I was for her. Her body told me it wanted me. The way she rocked her hips against mine and then planted kisses onto my neck and bare torso.

I turn my gaze to her and a glimpse of a love mark is visible from her collar. I left a bunch of those on the inside of her thighs as well.

I lean down and kiss her forehead. She merely moves but continues to sleep.

I have never had this feeling before. Caring for someone even though you know it will lead no where. You would think I would give up when I know there is no aim. Thats not fucking happening.

This desire and want and need laced with the bliss of her presence make a deadly cocktail and I get drunk on it every single day. I don't want her to leave my side. I don't want to loose her. I want her to be mine.

I want to be able to fuck her anytime I like, take her to parties and galas. I want to spoil her and love her.

Hell, I already love her. She has my heart in her hands and she doesn't even know.

I get up and slowly take her into my arms. With one arm under her head and one under her thighs I carry her to her bedroom.

I move extra slow not to wake her up. When I lay her on the bed, she doesn't even feel it.

I cover her body with her comforter and look around her tiny yet cozy room.

The papers on her desk catches my eye. She has all these papers on her desk. I sit down and start to look through her college work. Her essays and economic reports and establishments are really surprising. She must be really smart.

I fiddle through the essays when I land on tiny notebook with cherry blossoms on the cover. I open it up and it looks like an agenda. I see a few doodles and many assignments noted on and crossed off. Before I can read anything else, she makes a noise and I close her notebook. I toss it to the side and take a deep breathe.