Orphan

Chapter 24

I felt his hands trail across my stomach and up to my chest. Cold fingers expressing themselves as he gripped onto my skin. He seemed to want to get this done fast. At the same time he was pacing himself. “Wrap you’re arms around me.” He spoke sternly as I felt my knees go weak.

Not for any good reason.

This scared me. I draped my arms around him as he hovered above me. The sound of material hitting the floor was like a siren to me, I braced myself as I felt his legs against mine. My heart rate sped up. You’ll never get used to this. At least I would never. “Calm down.” He whispered in my ear as his voice softened a little. I hitched a breath as I nodded slowly and he held still my shaking body. I wanted him to get it over with. I wanted to be in control of myself Again and not be taken advantage of. The loss of sight made every other sense more accurate. It heightened everything. Only problem was that I wanted to feel as little as possible.

His hips crashed into mine and I jolted forward with a shriek as I felt my body become one with his. A tear escaped my eye, and I allowed it to happen. More tears. All being absorbed by the blindfold. The only good thing to come from this. I tried to keep my face as still and unreadable as possible, trying my best to hide behind the blindfold. “Let me hear you.” He said with a low rasp In his voice. I braced myself and let out a moan. He urged me to be louder as my hands tried to slow down his body while he pounded himself into me. I was left screaming his name as he came to his high and my throbbing body finally got some rest. Every Part of me burned. Unable to properly adjust to his size and viciousness. I panted and waited for him to speak before I moved. “Go wash yourself off.” He mumbled pulling off my blindfold and the darkness of the night struck my vision. As I got up I noticed his hunched body sitting on the edge of the bed. Looking to the floor.

Quickly, I washed myself. Ignoring the searing pain between my legs as I did so. I got out and put on the clothes left on the bed for me. Harry lay on the bed staring at the ceiling with his underwear on. He opened his arm for me and I laid down in his arm, turning on my side; too afraid to look at him and make him even more agitated. “Look at me.” He sighed as I turned to lay on my back slowly and he switched on the light examining my face. “Your eyes are red.” He breathed out.

I didn’t respond.

He was still for a while, before slowly and hesitantly placing a quick kiss to my forehead. I was taken aback. He looked away and laid back down, pulling me into his chest. I lost it. I cried into his chest like it was the only thing I could do.
He brought his hand over my back and gently rubbed circles into it. I wasn’t used to his hands causing anything, but pain. This was new.