Would You Be Mine?

8. A Confrontation and A Proposal

Rosalie was already awake, thinking about Penelope and the night before, when the arm around her waist tightened, drawing her closer to the warm, naked body behind her.

She felt Harry's lips against the back of her neck and along her shoulder.

Ignoring the revelation from Penelope the night before, Rosalie focused her attention on the man who had put more than a smile on her face during the night.

And she had certainly done much more than smile.

She had moaned, begged and screamed, all under Harry's touch until they had collapsed, both exhausted and sated, feeling nothing but contentment after their love-making.

"Harry," Rosalie giggled, "are you not wary after last night?"

He merely smirked and continued kissing along her shoulder as his fingers trailed down her back and over the curve of her bottom until they were between her legs, massaging back and forth until he could feel she was wet.

He lined himself up and, holding onto her hip, slowly pushed himself in until Rosalie hissed, still sore from their last session, but it was a pleasurable pain.

She fisted the bedsheet in her hand and pushed her bottom back to meet Harry's hips, grinding against him.

Harry moved slowly as he thrusted deep into Rosalie, forcing a moan to escape her mouth each time he did.

He reached up and threw the covers off them both, unashamedly watching her body react before grasping her by the hip again.

"Harder," Rosalie whimpered as she moved her hand to grasp Harry's thigh, her nails digging into his skin...

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Penelope groaned as she buried her head under her pillow.

She wasn't sure what was worse, the thumping in her head or the thumping of the bed down the hall. Both left a foul taste in her mouth.

She sat up and instantly regretted it, gingerly massaging her temple.

Just how much did she drink and how did she get into bed and in her nightgown?

A shiver ran through her.

What if it was Harry?

She shivered again thinking his hands would have been over her body, undressing her before placing her nightgown on her.

Knowing he must have seen her naked made her body tingle and she smiled at the thought.

Perhaps waking up under the weather due to her self-inflicted behaviour was not so bad after all?

She noted the thumping had ceased from Harry's room and Penelope grimaced, knowing full well what they had been up to.

She groaned as she flung the covers off and stood up from her bed, slipping on her dressing gown and slippers.

Penelope decided a decent breakfast would be in order and she quickly braided her hair before leaving her room and heading down to the kitchen.

As she descended the staircase, she suddenly stopped in her tracks.

She realised what day it was.

The full moon was due that very evening.

She continued walking down the stairs.

Tonight, she would be rid of Rosalie once and for all.

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Harry and Rosalie laid together, a tangle of arms and legs, their bodies covered in a thin sheen of sweat as they waited for their breathing to return to normal.