Mistake.

Chapter 33 •

ALEXANDRA

"Kitten, baby, honey..."

My brows furrowed in confusion.

Who could possibly be calling me at such early hours of a Sunday morning?

"Sweetheart!"

Harry.

I'm going to kill him.

"What's wrong, H?" I yawned, turning around in his arms so I was facing him.

God. He's so handsome. Even when he's being a little turd for waking me up so early. I love him.

"Morning baby girl." He grinned cheekily, his hands wandering down my body and resting right on my hips.

"Morning handsome." I grinned lazily, leaning towards him some and connecting our lips in a kiss that involved a bit more tongue than usual.

"Bub, you know I love you a whole bunch. But why did you wake me up so early?" I questioned as I ran my fingers through his short hair.

Upon hearing my question, Harry's cheeks heated up adorably.

"... you." He mumbled, only his words were muffled because he had nuzzled his face into my hair.

"Haz, baby, I don't understand you. Speak up, yeah?" I laughed fondly, pulling away from our embrace so I could get a better view of my fiancé's flushed face.

"Are you really going to make me say it again?" He whined shyly. I couldn't help the burst of laughter that escaped my mouth upon seeing Harry act so shy and delicate.

"Yes baby," I chuckled, beginning a trail of kisses up his jaw till I reached his lips.

"Alex..." he whimpered lowly.

I smirked to myself.

"Are you going to tell me what's the matter, babes?" I murmured against his warm skin. Harry's grip on my hips tighten as he rolled himself on top of me.

"I want you." He cried, rutting against me.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and connected my lips with his own plump ones.

"You're such a horn-ball, gosh!" I laughed airily. Harry grinned cheekily, his hands trailing down and pushing his boxers down to his ankles.

"Can't really help myself when I have such a gorgeous fiancée like you." He replied, his fingers ghosting over my panties.

I moaned against Harry's flushed cheek, my fingernails scratching all over his back.

"Spread your legs for me, Kitten." Harry ordered gently, pecking my lips in the process.

My body shook with desire for him. I complied to his wishes, spreading my legs wider apart so Harry could fit between them.

In a matter of seconds, Harry was pushing my panties aside and aligning his shaft with the area of my body that was aching for him.

"Get on with it!" I huffed desperately. Harry smirked at me, before guiding himself inside of me.

"Oh my God, you're so big!" I whimpered, wrapping my legs around Harry's hips and digging my heels into his bum, pushing him even deeper inside of me.

"Shit, you're so good. Fuck, baby..." he murmured, thrusting just right to have me writhing out of complete and utter bliss.

"Harder, H." I gasped, Harry's eyes locked with my own. We gazed into each other's eyes as we continued to make love.

"I'm so close, sweetheart, look at me." Harry cried after a while, his thrust becoming a little more frantic.

"Kiss me, Harry." I wished, and he did just that. He gathered me up in his arms, held me impossibly closer to him, and crashed our lips together as we moved as one being.

"I'm coming... oh baby!" He whined into my neck, his hips stopping completely as he released inside of me in warm spurts.

My eyes rolled back as I felt him; my own climax approaching quickly.

"Harry, Harry," I panted. One of his hands made its way in between our sweaty bodies; his finger traveling to where we connected in the most intimate way and began to rub at my bundle.

"Come for me, Kitten."

And that was all it took for me to climax. Harry held me close to his chest, whispering sweet nothings into my ear as I orgasmed.

"There you go, baby. Such a good girl." Harry murmured into my neck, kissing my flushed skin sweetly. I wrapped my arms around his torso, my nails scratching lovingly at his already irritated back.

"I love you. I love you so much." I whimpered hoarsely as I held him in my arms. He pecked my breasts gently, then nuzzled into my neck.

"And I love you, baby. I love you so much, it hurts..."

We remained in bed, connected in the most intimate way possible for the rest of the morning. Taking in each other's bodies as if they were works of art.

In my eyes, he will outshine any artwork done in the world.