Dark and Dangerous

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~One month later~

*HARRY'S POV*

Demi isn't grieving anymore. she understands that Michael is gone. I just hope that she doesn't get sucked back in to that depression. she would sit in her room and stare at the wall.

I'm pretty sure she is over that, but it was scary. I was thinking about taking Demi somewhere special. I don't know where, but I want to.

"What are you thinking?", Demi asked with her forehead pressed to mine.

"We should do something fun.", I smiled.

"Like what?", she smiled back.

"Dunno. that's what I was trying to think of."

Demi rolled off of me and started grabbing various items of clothing. what is she doing? She grabbed one of those cropped shirts, a pair of high-waisted shorts and other stuff.

"I'm going to shower, then we can go and do something, yeah?", she suggested.

"Sure, mind if I join?", I smirked, wiggling my eyebrows.

Demi laughed and grabbed my arm, pulling me into the bathroom. once we were in there she practically ripped my shirt off.

"Someone's eager.", I smiled.

"Shut up.", Demi glared and smashed her lips to mine.

She pulled away to remove her shirt then dropped to hers knees. she looked up at me, fluttering her eyelashes, causing blood to pump straight to my dick. She pulled my joggers down along with my boxers and kissed my hip.

"Don't tease, love.", I groaned.

Demi surprised me when she took all of me in. I grabbed the countertop to steady myself. she ran her tongue along the bottom of my cock and sucked her cheeks in.

"Fuck, I'm going to come.", I groaned.

Demi removed her mouth and grinned cheekily. I grabbed her hand and pulled her into my chest.

"It's my turn, love.", I smirked.

I hoisted her, by her ass, onto the countertop and removed her panties. She spread her tan legs and stared with hopeful eyes.

I spread her slits with my fingers and stared up at her for a little while. she started to get impatient and wriggled a bit.

"Hold still, Demetria.", I smirked.

*DEMI'S POV*

~Flashback

I walked into my new dorm room and saw a boy. I can't bunk with a boy, can I? my mother will freak out if she sees the curly lad in my room. I stopped abruptly when the lad looked at me.

His hair, chocolate curls that were pushed out of his face, his eyes, pools of hypnotizing jade. I froze, unable to take my eyes off of him.

"Demetria what are you staring at?", my mother screeched.

"Nothing mum. you can go now.", I grumbled.

"But I want to see.", she pouted and pushed past me.

Once she saw the lad sitting on one of the small beds, she shook her head at me.

"No, you're changing rooms immediately.", she stated.

"Why? I'm not her roomy ma'am.", the boy smiled.

The dimples in his cheeks were absolutely adorable. he was really tall with really long legs. don't even get me started on his hands. they're huge.