Next To Love [Book 2]

Chapter 40 : I Need You

Melanie

"Are you sure you wouldn't prefer to be indoors?"

Despite the people they killed, the money they stole, and the things they damaged, Bonnie and Clyde were one heck of a power couple and one that'll be remembered throughout history though not in the most positive way. They were so invincible when they were with each other, and I strive for Harry and I's mutual love to be as powerful as theirs were, not including the malicious deeds of course.

Whilst yawning, I took ahold of my phone to check the time and realized it was a few minutes till midnight strikes. The movie playing was nearly three hours long and I don't think we'll be able to get to the end as long as we're out in this cold or before we end up falling asleep.

"I told you; I don't mind being out here." I reassure. I guess I want this night to drawl out as far as it could possibly elongate for because it has been so nice. I just don't want it to end and I'll literally suffer through the coldness to achieve that goal.

Harry chuckles in both disbelief and bemusement, watching me with amusement as I seek for more warmth under the two blankets already piled solely over me.

Considering my untamable hair had kept itself securely tied in a bun and out of harms way, it made it easier for Harry to access my bare shoulder, uncovering it from my cardigan and the coat that belonged to him which he lend me earlier. I shiver as Harry's fingertips skim over my bare skin in such a strange manner, his fingertips hovering over it but not quite yet touching it. Goosebumps instantly rise on my skin seconds before Harry's lips part to whisper slowly, deeply and softly into my ear. "Then you wouldn't mind me doing this...?"

My eyes bat shut as the feeling of Harry's soft lips gently pressing to my neck consumes me. He continues to do so, showering me in endless kisses, each becoming more rough as he gets closer to the blade of my shoulder. His large hand wraps entirely around my forearm, grasping onto it a little tighter than I would've imagined to keep me in place. Then, I feel his teeth graze over the skin of my shoulder and I feel a sensible moan at my throat and ready to burst. Suddenly and much to my surprise, that moan never occurs and instead a struggled, gasped shriek of pain echoes from it when Harry's sharp teeth sink deeply into my skin like a vampire on the hunt for its blood.

"Ow!" I whimper and Harry immediately pulls away. Both blankets fall off my shoulders as my hand aims to heal or at least comfort the slightly throbbing sensation on my right shoulder. With furrowed brows, I look at Harry then down at the sheer bite mark he left patched on my shoulder in pure bewilderment.

Harry innocently gawks at me and I fear he's inwardly judging for not being able to take the pain he inflicted on me which he somehow believes should cause me more pleasure rather than physical agony.

"Did that hurt?" He wonders.

I give him a bothered look as he continues to behold his innocent exterior which almost makes me believe he did nothing wrong.

"Yes!" I gasp in disbelief as the soothing rubbing of my hand gradually slows down.

His intent stare seems to harden and he doesn't even blink when he asks the following question. "Did you like it?" He ponders, his voice evidently lower and laced with seduction, almost menacing as I feel it attempting to wickedly possess me to reply with a yes.