Pain 2: Him (H.S)

Chapter 11

"Want to know a secret?" Harry pants while kissing me as he lays me down to hover over me, hands baring no control as they squeeze and mark my body, rubbing and sliding his sweaty palms on my now damp skin.

I've missed his touch and his lips on me. The way his hands lose all control, the way his breath feels on my tingling skin; he is the only one that can make me feel this way.

His eager lips lands on my neck, sliding his tongue across it and sucking and I feel completely weak to his touch.

"I love you." He whispers against my ear, lips forming a smile against it knowing it's something obvious and clearly not a secret.

"It's no secret Harry," I laugh holding his face in my hands to bring him to face me. "But since we're being honest, I love you too."

"We should get married right now." He sits up on his knees and pulls me up, removing the white t-shirt off my body exposing my bare chest and I giggle towards his eagerness.

"Don't be silly." My moan disrupts my laugh when his mouth sucks and pulls on my breasts. My fingers lace in his curly hair and his hands holds me by my ribs to keep me up; a pleasured grin on his plump lips.

It feels like it has been forever since he has last touched me. I forgot how unfiltered his movements are and how steady yet perfectly tight his hands grace my body. I'm selfish and mean towards him, but at the end of the day there's no other man I'd rather have with me. No other soul I'd rather connect to, and no other heart I'd give mine up for.

"You'll always be mine." His claim on me isn't something I dislike, if anything, I love it. I love how he claims me not to show off or to make others jealous, but to reassure me that through the darkness, there will always be light and that is him. He loves me, far more than I've ever been loved, and if he wants me to be his forever, I'll never leave his side.

"I know." I smile against his wet lips. His hands trails up and down my ribs, running his thumb over my breasts and squeezing the curves of them together while his warm tongue glazes down my neck only to repeat his actions. I'm lost in his ecstasy. Completely vulnerable in his arms, the arms that have never let me go despite my escape. The arms that, even though are painted black with skulls and fire, protects me against the evil and demons that have controlled all the strings to the relationship, pulling them and testing us to see if we'll crack. We did, we did crack, but we put the pieces together and now, after all these months, we're the ones laughing at the demonic spirits living off our pain.

Harry's arm secures around my lower back as his palms presses against the bed for support and he lays me down. His bare chest falls to mine while his hand slips from my back to the waistband of his briefs and he sits up, eyes going wild.

He sits up on his knees, straddling me trying to catch his breath and he runs his slender fingers through his damp hair before sliding his tongue over his dried lips. His erection is practically ripping through his red briefs begging for an immediate release and though we have just started, his reaction is quick.

I've only given him head once but I've never asked him how I did. I'm not sure if I did it right or if I made him feel the way he has made me feel, but I'll do whatever he needs. I'm completely his.

He presses his palms against the soft mattress and he lowers himself to me and places a gentle kiss on my lips, "I'm not holding back." He warns with no actual intentions to.

"I don't want you to." We're both desperate for each other but there's nothing wrong with that. There's nothing wrong with wanting to feel close to that person you're so madly yet unconditionally in love with.

"Stand up." His eyes, like a switch, flickers from light to dark green, representing his full need and desire and I oblige. I crawl off the bed even though I'm not sure if that's what he wants me to do, and I stand at the foot of it. "Open the drawer." He sits up on his knees and nods towards it, "there, over there." He points. I turn and open the cheery wood drawer revealing not one, but three boxes of condoms.