Bad Blood (h.s.)

Part Thirty-Eight

Warning: Sexual Content

Part Thirty-Eight

My hand is tightly held as Harry walks back to me. His opposite hand places on my cheek and tilts it up, making me look at him, his eyes softly looking down at me. I close my eyes and his lips press to my cheek, softly touching me and holding me in warmth.

"I will keep you safe."

I nod and a soft kiss is exchanged in assurance. His fingers grip onto my hoodie, pulling it over my head and revealing my shirt. He grabs onto my waist and places his forehead on mine. His lips part and his breath hits my lips. I pull his sweatshirt off; his bares skin being felt under my touch. Every muscle is defined and every tattoo on show is enough to make my heart flutter. He is the most beautiful person I have ever laid my eyes on.

His fingers grip my shirt and pull it over my head, making my heart flutter at his delicateness. His hands move around my body, hands rubbing my sides and tracing over my chest, the pink bra remaining over me.

Harry's hands come up to my shoulders and runs over them, grabbing my shoulder blades and attaching his lips to my jaw. His arms securely wrap me to him, my hands on his waist. My eyes close, his lips tracing over every inch of skin on my neck and shoulders. I feel his soft hands travel down my back, wrapping to the front of my body and pulling my leggings down, both of my legs stepping out of them. His hands grab my waist and he lifts me up, my legs wrapping around his waist, and my body being placed on the bed, my head resting on the pillows.

His lips lightly press to my forehead as my hands fumble with his joggers, unable to get them off. I am aided in getting them off and his hands grab onto my rib cage. He looks down at me and his lips touch mine, a heavy kiss placed between us as his hands move behind me and unclip my bra. I feel his soft hands run over my chest, his finger brushing my scar and I gasp into his mouth.

"Shh, it's okay. You're safe," he whispers, kissing me softly. I nod and keep his lips on mine, his chest lying on top of mine and his hands resting on the bed beside my head. He pulls away from our kiss and starts to trail down my neck, kissing my collarbones. He sits up slightly and kisses down my arm, leaving soft affections to each finger. He kisses the underside of my wrist and moves to my other arm, reciprocating each gesture. His lips pucker and kiss the tips of my fingers, my heart fluttering at the sensation.

Two fingers are felt on my right hand, removing the ring that stays on my ring finger, the one ring that reminds me of my father. He places it on the bedside table and continues to kiss my chest, sprinkling little kisses around it. His teeth grip onto my nipple lightly and he sucks, my stomach filing with butterflies at the pleasure-filled gesture. He repeats with my left breast and moves to my scar, his tongue and lips gently tracing the imperfection.

"You're so beautiful," he whispers, the scar being referred to in his words. The feeling of his lips on the scar is removed and he travels down my stomach, kissing my naval and traveling around the waistband of my pink underwear. The lacy material remains on my body, Harry's touch traveling down my left leg. His lips kiss the insides of my thighs, then lifting his head and bringing my leg up with him. He sets my foot on the middle of my chest and runs his hands on my skin, feeling me.

"So soft," he whispers, kissing my leg length. His lips reach my feet, his lips kissing my toes, a light laugh leaving my lips at the tickling sensation. He smiles and grabs my foot gently, taking off the toe ring on my second toe, his fingers placing the metal on the table beside my other ring. His hands repeat the actions on my right leg, leaving a kiss to every inch of skin.

"H-Harry," I whimper, his fingers pulling aside my underwear and kissing between my legs. I close my eyes and his hands pull down the material, leaving me bare in his presence.