Black Temptation

Chapter 23

Chapter 23

*HARRY'S POV*

I was trampled.

Her quirks I find enticingly genuine and yet pretentious; a challenge, I like it. It's no secret I have found my way into her mind, my little bird, her legs tremble at the sight of me, her mouth decays and falls victim to drought when she hears my voice, her breathing starts irregular with high inconsistency; but, I'll be truthful, she is the commander of this ship.

The way she winked at me and licked her lips before leaving me with only the soft glitter smoke of some perfume. The way she moves into those dirty people's focus. The way she effortlessly isolates her hips as they sway when she walks.

She is the epitome of sexy.

And I want her.

But...I can't dance. I don't dance.

My body heat elevates at the sight of her. Reaching for her water, I gulp down the chilled sensation as I stare at her from the sides of the cup, growling silently.

Suddenly, I lose her brunette tips and instinctively jerk from my seat to follow her into the crowd. A game of cat and mouse, is it? Oh, princess, you are interestingly blasé. I salute you. But I am the only one looking for you, you cannot tame the master or play the player- in a sea full of people, I will always find you.

I see her, I think I see her-oh she's impressive- moving towards the back but that person turns to introduce her face to the devils liquid and it is not her. She has found her way around, unmistakably trying to challenge me. Must she? Why challenge when you can obtain? Why doubt when you can erase? These thoughts soak lightly in the melted icing of my far mind as I continue to look for her, with time passing, the search becomes frantic for her.

The DJ calls out another song and it's a song she indulges in almost too frequently. What I know by her thumbs magically coming to life in my car as it bursts through my speakers.

She would have no other choice but to stop and dance, even for a bit. Some how the music captivates her in ways I could never. Or have never-yet.

Opportunity as arisen.

I avoid many groggily hands as my face concentrates on the task.

"McKenzie! McKenzie!" I howl into what seems to be an abyss. She doesn't answer. Her games excite me and make me want to punch a wall in frustration consecutively. I bump into a few people, all who are too busy humping something to notice my inconvenience in their endeavors.

Halting, I take a second to recognize my surroundings. Then, I hear her sweet laugh fill the air. In a panic, I switch my head from side to side to locate my missing Juliet. Sweat starts to form around my brow and my loosened curls start to whine in sickness from moving so abruptly.

A sudden hand slides down my back and I jerk, grabbing it. Lips move closer to my ear as a breath tickles the skin.

"Need a partner, partner?"

I turn and am soon engulfed in her beauty. Eyes ablaze, she stands, smirking at me before grabbing my hand and leading me into the middle of the dance floor. She pulls me closer and starts to move but I stand there like a stone wall.

"Dance, Harry!" She has to scream above the music. I hesitate in telling her but when she grabs my hips and starts directing me, I feel emasculated.

"I don't know how to dance."

She huffs, her eyes a bit hazy from the obvious amount of alcohol she devoured.

"Harry, no one knows how to dance. You just feel it. Maybe that's your problem. You don't feel," She turns around and pushes her bum into my thigh, growing closer to my member as each base drops. "Well you better learn quickly, because your seat can be taken easily and this is my song."