Wicked Obsession

29.

Tuesday, July 30

My naked body is sprawled across Harry's, my head on his chest as my fingers trace the ink on his skin. The sun has long disappeared, making the room dark. Harry and I haven't said a word to each other, both of us holding onto this moment before we are forced to face reality.

"Why did you get this one?" I whisper, tracing my fingers over one of the swallows on his chest.

"They are for my mother and Gemma." He replies. I'm a little surprised at how easily he answers my question and I'm greedy to learn more.

"And this one." My fingers glide down to the butterfly on his abdomen.

His fingers twirl my hair between them as his other hand strokes my spine, igniting my skin with electricity. The soft caress of his touch matches his tone and I can't help but smile.   "To remind me of the changes I've gone through to get to where I am and the changes that have yet to happen."

I humm in response and shift so I can see his arm that was wrapped around me. "What about this?" I murmur.

His eyes follow my fingers that rest on the pirate ship. "It's a reminder of who I used to be. When I was human."

I can hear the hint of sadness there but his face gives nothing away as our eyes hold each other. I place a soft kiss on the tattoo then kiss his cheek as I let my fingers trace over his hip bones.

"And these?" I ask, referring to the ferns.

"Those don't have a meaning. They just look sexy as hell."

I giggle and roll my eyes at the smug smirk on his face. "Do you not agree?"

I shake my head and bite my lip to suppress my laughter. In a flash, he rolls us so I am pinned beneath him, his lips find mine roughly before pulling my bottom lip between his teeth. My whole body is aching for him again, even though we had sex less than 30 minutes ago. He seems to have the same urge as I do because I feel him getting hard against my thigh.

"If you do that again, I'm going to have to fuck you all over again." He warns but I can see that he wants to do it anyway. Shit, I want him to but I have questions that need answering before I go crazy. I also know that Harry won't give them to me freely.

I place my hands between us and push his chest to create some distance. "How about a deal?" I ask.

He instantly goes rigid and for a second I think I see his eyes darken but when I blink, his eyes are as green as ever. His voice is cold, a stark contrast to just moments before.

"I won't make anymore deals with you Aurora."

I pout my lip and move a hand to the back of his head. "But I think you'll like this deal."

"No."

"Fine. Let's call it a challenge then."

"Aurora." The authority in his voice tells me that I'm quickly souring his good mood so I work quickly to try and preserve it.

"I challenge you to a game of strip pool. For every ball I make, not only do you have to remove clothing but you also have to answer a question."

He sighs heavily and rolls off of me, bringing his fingers to pinch the bridge of his nose. I'm a little thrown off by his withdrawal and I roll on my side to examine him.