Broken Hearted Love {Book 2}

Chapter 14

“But I’m only human and I bleed when I fall down. I’m only human and I crash and I break down. Your words in my head, knives in my heart. You build me up and then I fall apart cause I’m only human.” – Human by Christina Perri

*PG-13 content*

Christy’s POV

The passion that filled the room made my head spin as we pushed into the destroyed bedroom. Regretfully letting go of me, Harry scurried over to put the mattress back in place. Before the mattress could even hit the bed frame, his burning hot hands were on me. He pushed my black cardigan off my shoulders, tossing it across the room, then his long, graceful fingers played with the hem of my shirt, teasing me, before peeling it off my body. I attacked his lips with mine again, wanting nothing more than to taste him. Our kisses were passionate, fiercely biting and licking at each other. As I devoured his mouth, I nonchalantly attempted to kick off my boots, but failed miserably when I tripped over my feet. I fell forward slightly only to have his strong arm wrap around my back, pressing me to him. He rested his forehead on mine, eyes closed, as he tried to catch his breath.

“I’ll never let you fall.” He whispered, opening his eyes to look at me. His hand was on my cheek, gently cupping and stroking it. He was showing me all love possible and I was setting him up for a heart break.

But I didn’t listen to my subconscious. I was standing in our old bedroom with him, wearing only a bra and jeans, as he looked adoringly into my eyes. Why did I ever think of leaving this life? He was wearing far too many clothes. With my fumbling fingers, I managed to pull his shirt over his head while he obliged with the lifting of his arms. A cheeky grin etched onto his face as his curls flopped back down onto his forehead in a messy display. He was way too irresistible. I connected our lips again; his hands roaming up and down the bare skin of my back as he walked us towards the bed. When my knees hit the back of bed, he gently lowered me to the soft surface, hovering over me.

“I told you I would never let you fall.” He whispered then kissed the tip of my nose.

His hands lightly ran down my stomach like a feather, driving me insane, then they settled on the button of my jeans. Popping it open, he began to slide the material down my legs. I lifted my hips to get them over my hips. He left small kisses along my legs as he took them off, all the way to my ankles. He looked at me with lustful eyes through his long lashes, never taking his eyes off me. Once the jeans were across the room with the rest of my clothes, he slowly crawled back up to me, but he stopped once his head was in between my thighs. He placed lingering kisses on the inside of each thigh, humming slightly against the skin to cause a vibration to shoot to my core.

“Harry…” I breathed, thrusting upward, attempting to find some relief.

“Soon, baby. Soon.” He whispered; his voice sending another vibration. He was teasing me. Maybe this was my punishment for leaving him: to drive me sexually insane. His fingers slipped into the sides of my panties, sliding them slowly and seductively down my legs. He smiled sweetly up at me then, without warning, his tongue ran up my sex, causing a gasp to leave my lips. As his tongue pleasured me, I could feel the tightening in my lower belly. He crawled up to me, before anything could happen, and kissed me, hard. His tongue danced with mine as he messed with the foil wrapper now in his hands.

“I love you.” He whispered as he pushed into me.

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I don’t know how long we laid in bed. Arms and legs tangled together; eyes closed; skin to skin. With my back to his chest, I could feel him slowly falling asleep. Once his deep slumber breaths were heard, I took a deep breath and slowly but surely slid out from under his tightening grip. He was holding me like he knew I was going to leave him while he slept. But this was the best way. He had to of known that last night was the end. It wasn’t a restart. It wasn’t the new beginning to a perfect life we would want to live. It was a goodbye. And leaving while he was sleeping would be the easiest way. There would be no harsh or heart breaking words as I walked out the door. As selfish of me as it is, I couldn’t bear to watch his tears. I couldn’t stand to watch him plead for me to stay again.