Blood Secrets

Chapter Seven

Chapter Seven

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Sometimes There's No Meaning

In The Visions When You're Sleeping

She sat up quickly, trying to shake the feeling of having a vice clamped down on her lungs. Harley's dark eyes slid around the room quickly trying to pick out anything that familiar to her, something that would reassure her she was safe. But nothing in the room looked like home, she sucked in a sharp breath to try and help calm her frantically thundering heart.

"Harley?" Philip mumbled, sitting up next to her. "Are you okay?" he whispered, and reached over gently tucking a lock of hair behind her ear.

She nodded slowly, letting out a hard breath as her heartbeat slowed into a dull thud. Her eyes darted around the room again before settling on him, the concern in his eyes looking oddly genuine. "It was nothing," she whispered, wrapping her arms around herself.

"You were crying..." he said softly running his thumb across her cheek to the corner of her eye. She turned her face to the side, trying to escape the way the care in his eyes squeezed her heart and the way he made her think it might actually be sincere. "You can talk to me," he murmured kissing her shoulder tenderly.

She swallowed hard, trying to ignore the ache that had threaded its way through her throat. "It was just a nightmare." She whispered forcing a small smile. "I'm okay," she said tipping her face back to look at him, hoping the forced smile would be interpreted as real.

A soft smile pulled at the corner of his mouth, a smile she knew was real; a fact that caused an odd twitch in her stomach. He cupped her cheek kissing her lips softly, but he drew back when she leaned into it. "When you're ready to tell me, I'll be here." He murmured against her lips his voice holding that same sincere note of care that his eyes did.

"Just because you say it, doesn't mean you mean it." She whispered looking away from him. Her hair once again falling to hide her face from him.

"I wouldn't say it if I didn't mean it." He whispered gently running his finger across her jaw, tipping her face back towards him.

She slid her the tip of her tongue over her bottom lip before rubbing them together. "You're not the first person to tell me that," whispered Harley rolling her shoulders as the goose bumps raced down her spine. "And you wouldn't be the first to think you mean it..."

Philip kissed her shoulder softly, his eyes catching hers as a gentle smile curved his lips. "I don't think, I know." He whispered pressing his lips firmly against hers.

Philip groaned as her hands pushed against his chest, sensations racing through his body as she pulled him deeper into the kiss. She shoved him a little harder her lips falling from his as he fell back into the bed. He moaned slightly as she straddled him placing her pelvis on his stomach, leaning down she kissed his almost desperately. The taste of her salty tears was faint as he kissed her and allowed her to again use him as her distraction; a job he had begun to enjoy.

His hands slid over her hips and up her back, her soft hair twining around his fingers. He groaned as she ran her nails down his chest her hips rocking slowly, her toned body swaying against his. Harley's fingers splayed out across his stomach as she moved sliding them upward, a moan slipped from his throat as she leaned her body down on him. Her hair tickled his face sending pleasant shocks through his body, her breath sharp breathes racing across his skin.

He ran his hands firmly over her back, his fingertips pressing into her skin drawing her lips closer to his. "Well are you gonna kiss me?" He asked twisting his fingers into her hair. She moaned quietly moving her hips more quickly, pulling a groan from his throat as her inner muscles tightening around his cock.