Say You'll Be There | Harry (Marcel) Styles [ON HOLD]

***Chapter 51 - Christmas Part III

***Warning: Sexual content, you can skip the chapter after the present bit if you're not into it.

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      *Sabrina's POV*

I rip off the lid of the little box with so much eagerness, setting it aside as I see why's inside. I can't help the gasp that leaves me as I see what it is. Here, sitting in this box is is a gorgeous, silver chain bracelet with a heart charm attached. The charm has an 'M' engraved right in the center.

“The charm has both our initials.” He points out quietly, almost in a whisper, and I turn around the delicate charm in my fingers to find that an 'S' is engraved as well.

“Sabrina and Marcel.” He says the thought in my mind, and the words flow so flawlessly through his silky tone.

"This is beautiful." I whisper, finally looking at him. A look of relief washes over him and he smiles, my lips matching the grin. He takes the bracelet from my hands softly, lifting my wrist. His eyes give me a silent and assumed 'may I?' and I nod. He sets the charm bracelet on my wrist tenderly, it setting perfectly around. His lips rest gently on the inside of my wrist, right where the charm rests.

My hands grabs him by the back of his neck and I crash our lips together, unable to hold myself together any longer. He was such a f*cking tease during the half of the movie that we didn't watch downstairs. He wastes no time in climbing on top of me, my back falling against the softness of the mattress as he hovers over me, his arms supporting his weight.

"I love it." I tell him, referring to the bracelet clamped securely around my wrist.

He smiles again and attacks my lips once more. Our roaming hands are needy, yet gentle. Desperate yet intimate. Sensual yet soft.

"I need you." He whispers the obvious against my lips. His hips involuntarily buck forward into me between my open legs. I feel just how much he needs me down there, and in our heated lip lock.

"You have me." I whisper back, letting my hands find the buttons of his shirt, shaky hands trying to fumble them open. Eventually, I push it off his shoulders while we kiss to our heart's content and he tears it off his body so sexily, my eyes watching eagerly as we had to pull away momentarily. His massive hands find the hem of my shirt and I sit up to let him pull it up from my upper body. He wastes no time in attempting to unclasp my bra, though fumbling with it a little. I giggle as his lips press against my shoulder repeatedly, trying to distract me while I know he is looking at how to unhook it. The garment loosens soon enough and he pulls it away from me and tosses it to the floor to join our tops. He grabs each of my breasts, kneading them gently.

"Always so beautiful." He mumbles as he kisses the mound that is my right breast. His fingers brush over the nipple and I sigh contently as I feel it harden under his touch. He leaves a chaste kiss to it before he moves on to removing my jeans. He kisses his way down my flat stomach, keeping eye contact as he does so. He leaves a kiss to each of my hipbones, while his fingers mess with the button. I lift my hips so he can pull the black pants down. He slides them down to my ankles, removing my socks before he can take them completely off my legs. He surprises me when he kisses my wet, thong covered core, my body reacting by gasping and increasing my breathing. I want him there so much.

"Do you want me here?" He whispers, his face level with where I need his mouth most. I look down into his sparkling green eyes, also seeing a slight smirk. He knows I do, I just wonder if he'll do it.

"Do you want my mouth all over you?" He asks, the probably foreign words to him turning me on beyond f*cking belief. He'll never understand how much of a god damn tease he is, or how sexy and absolutely gorgeous he is.