Malignant [h.s]

Fifty Two

*Chapter contains VERY SEXUAL CONTENT*

He reached his limit, no matter how many times that I told myself I was done with him, he was just as done with himself. He admitted he was a killer that was never going to change his ways- he admitted that he gets a thrill out of doing what he does, but he also admitted that he doesn't want to cause me harm.

And that's a lot for Harry to say.

Some would say I'm an idiot, and I probably agree with them. Because now here I am, laying in the arms of my kidnapper, laying in his bed as he silently runs his hand through my hair. This same man threatened my life only two hours ago, holding the sharp blade to my throat and almost laughing as I fell apart in terror.

But so much has happened from that moment.

My head lays on his bare chest, while listening to the sounds of his heart beating. My finger tips subconsciously trace over his abs, grazing every indent on his muscled skin.

His hand runs repeatedly through my hair, drifting his fingers along my hairline and brushing the hair out of my face.

We have both been very silent. Like always, I have so many questions- but I'm too exhausted to even think about asking them, I just want to enjoy this moment. I've seen a new side of him tonight, and that's very tiresome to begin with.

I don't know where his head is right now. He could be good be calm, relieved, or full of regrets.

"You have really soft hair." He mumbles while running his hands through my hair, lightly stroking it through his big fingers. A small chuckle leaves my lips at his unnecessary input.

"Yes I wash it everyday." I humorously say while tracing my fingers across his inked torso.

"Funny." He sarcastically whispers. I turn my head up and look at him. His facials stay relaxed and content and he softly smiles down to me.

"Are you okay?" I hesitantly whisper.

His face falls slightly and he nods, embarrassed by the event that happened but so long ago.

"I shouldn't have broken down like that." He says in regret.

"No Harry I'm glad you did." I turn my body so I lay on my stomach next to him.

"Why? I was a mess." He refers to his crying.

"Because-" I start before scooting up and laying my body completely on his. His hands rest on my hips while my chin rests on his chest; placing my flat hands between as a buffer. "It just shows me that you're more human then I thought." I whisper.

His lips curl slightly while his thumbs rub in circles on my skin. His head lays slightly elevated on the pillows, green eyes burning into mine.

"Kiss me." His raspy voice whispers.

I smile lightly, letting a small chuckle leave my lips. I move my legs to straddle his hips and crawl up closer to his face. His lips are millimetres apart from mine and his soft breath crashes against me.

I slowly connect our lips and the feeling is rejuvenating. His hands squeeze my hips while his soft lips stay perfect pressed against mine. His cold lip ring contrasts with the warmth of his mouth and it drives me wild.

His lips gently move with mine at a perfect slow pace, his big hands running up and down my bare hips.

No matter what happens, we end back in the same spot. I could be the worst person in the world for letting myself fall back into his arms after everything he did to me, but I'm not sure if I care anymore. I watched his man scream at me in horror but then saw him absolutely break down in tears, and call me crazy but seeing him actually cry was enough for me to forget about all the hurt.