50 Shades Darker

Chapter 5

The rest of the night with Harry was...magical to say the least. He was taking me home now. I could tell by how his hand was placed on my thigh what he was hoping the night would end like. As much as I've wanted to let his hand travel along my inner thigh I knew better than to let it.

The car stopped outside my house and I looked out the window taking in a small breath. I grabbed hold of the door and felt Harry's hand take mine causing me to turn around. He tugs on my arm a bit pulling me back to him his lips capturing mine. I am taken back but my lips have missed him so much that they can't help but move along with his. He releases my hand and curls his fingers around my head and into my hair, holding me in place. My body rises and fills with arousal, responding to him. He lifts his fist tapping gently on the small tented glass that separated us from Taylor. The car speeds off and I choose not to focus on the fact that Harry and I should be taking it slow.

Suddenly the nature of his kiss alters, no longer sweet and slow but now devouringly rough and sadistic. His tongue invades my mouth taking, not giving his kiss is more desperate than it was before. Desire courses through me and I let out an involuntary moan.

He inhales sharply and groans. "Oh the things you do to me." He murmurs. Oh the things he does to me. He makes all the things I thought I knew about myself fly out the window. After I left that dark night I never thought I would return yet here I am being laid down in the backseat of Harry's car. Harry removes his lips from mine running his thumb over my now swollen bottom lip. "This lip..." He whispers before leaning down taking it between his teeth tugging gently. I let out a soft hum placing my hands on his shoulders. He lets go of my lip and looks down at me. "Open your eyes...I want to see you.." I had no idea that my eyes were closed.

My eyes flutter open and connect with his. Those green eyes, those eyes that hold so many dark gruesome secrets that haunt him more than he lets on. The car stops suddenly and I sit up looking out the window seeing that we are now outside of Harry's place. Oh fuck.

"Harry I have work tomorrow...I need to go back home." I look over at him and he shakes his head leaning in placing a soft kiss to the side of my neck. "Harry..."

"Stay here. I will make sure that you make it to work tomorrow. I can have someone pick up something for you to wear." He pleads keeping his face in the crook of my neck. I wish I could tell him no. I should be pushing him back and insisting that he take me home. I don't though. I let him lead out of the car and inside the house. If I'm going to let him get this far I have to stop him somewhere. I can see that he is leading me to his room and I slip my hand from him.

"I will sleep in the guest room." He turns around and for a moment he looks uneasy but he quickly recovers nodding slowly.

"As you wish." I send him an awkward wave before turning around on my heel going to the guest room. I stand in front of the door for a moment thinking about the last time I had been in this room. I had told him that I loved him. He said that it was wrong to love someone like him. Was it? Could it be possible to fall in love with the wrong person? Yes, of course it is but I refuse to believe that he is the wrong person. Despite these long weeks I've been through I do not love him any less. I just wish that he could see that and understand that a man such as himself does deserve some form of love.

I step into the room shutting the door behind me. It's different. The walls are a new color, the bedding is now a soft white with blue pillows. The dresser is no longer oak, it's been replaced with a burnt mahogany dresser. Why would he make the room over? I take a seat on the bed looking around the strange room. I decide that based on the long evening I've endured it is indeed time for me to get some rest.

I wake up in the middle of the night feeling my heart race. Damn it, yet another bad dream. This one was different though. It felt more real than anything else I had experienced. I was certain that I didn't want to relive it again. I climbed out of bed and walked out of the room prepared to go down the steps but came to a sudden stop. I could hear something. It sounded like a cry for help. I turn over my shoulder fearing that I am now hearing things but I notice that they are coming from Harry's room. I quickly move down the hall gently pushing his door open. There he is, thrashing around in bed nearly drenched in sweat calling out for someone to help him. I slowly make my way towards him scared that I will frighten him more than he already is. I sit down on the bed next to him placing my hands on his shoulders shaking him a bit.