Fire (A Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter 41*

 His hands were locked around me in a tight, unmoving embrace, my legs still wrapped around his torso. Our lips had not yet met, Harry still strongly focused on my eyes.

“Do you still love me?” I asked sheepishly, desperately hoping nothing had changed. His expression changed to one of sympathy and disbelief.

“Forever.” He announced, his eyebrows tensing into a more meaningful stare. That’s when I leaned forward, my arms wrapping around his neck, our lips touching intensely. He dropped me from his grip, my legs slowly slid down his until they touched the floor. I had to stand on my tip toes to maintain our kiss, but the small tingling pain was worth it, his kiss creating a whole new sense of strength I never knew existed.

I rolled my head back, allowing Harry access to my neck. My hands travelled down his torso, pulling at his shirt, feeling the defined abs through the thin fabric that was separating me from him. His warm lips pressed to my throat, his tongue occasionally making an appearance, leaving hot kisses and licks all around my most sensitive skin. A small whimper escaped my lips as the immense feeling of pleasure came crashing down. Harry’s actions became more intense, his hands desperately trying to restrain from ripping off my clothes. I thought about urging Harry to proceed, deeming him to tear the restrictive garments from my body, but my lips couldn’t manage it. They were too preoccupied trembling with oncoming anticipation of what was about to happen.

Harry pulled away momentarily with a small grunt. His top lip was curled up, his ever present look of attraction growing stronger with every second. His stare didn’t last long, it was cut short by his hands wrapping around my thighs, lifting me up. He walked forwards quickly, crashing into a table behind me. He dropped me on it, my legs hanging over the side, my back pressed against a wall. Harry stood between my open legs; his hips pressing against my pelvis as his lips once again found mine. I smiled into our kisses, the feeling of Harry’s dominative approach alien, but compelling. My hands entangled with his already ruffled hair. I couldn’t feel his hands on my body, only his hot breath and soft lips. I heard the sound of something hitting the floor; I presumed it was his black jacket that he had worn to the park. I opened my eyes, revealing the now black eyes of Harry. His usual sense of purity fading into something more demonic, but I didn’t care. Yes, he scared me, but I knew I was safe with him, he’d promised me his defence, and I trusted him.

His pelvis began to jerk against mine, softly at first, but his actions soon became more rhythmic and timed. His lips left mine, but his forehead remained pressed against my shoulder. A low snarl escaped him, and I felt the rocking become even harder, the barrier of his jeans causing him discomfort. His stern and threatening character disappeared for a split second; he was weak, cut down by his lust for me, for the extreme desire to have me. His arms once again entangled around me, he lifted me up briefly and moved me to the bed in the middle of the room. The sheets were black, and the covers were a crimson red, the colour of lust. I sat on the end, shuffling back to allow Harry room. He stood over me, his shoulders moving perfectly in sync with his ferocious breathing, his face held nothing of the tears of remorse from earlier, it was a new Harry. It was the Harry that everyone else knew, the sex-crazed maniac. I liked it.

He crawled towards me, placing his fists either side of my waist, sliding his body up mine. He placed gentle kisses all up my neck and cheek, until he moved onto his knees, removing his hands from the equation entirely. He pulled off his black t-shirt, revealing the toned and tanned abs I’d been so looking forward to seeing, the butterfly tattoo I had immediately fallen in love with, and most importantly, the exposed Harry I’d always craved. Small involuntarily moans escaped me as the reality of the sight before me sunk in. He smiled devilishly at my innocence, my vulnerability and inexperience becoming apparent.