Casanova /// h.s.

Twenty Seven

Becky's POV

"I want her found! And I want her found now!"
Harry looked over his balcony in silence. As if he didn't notice that I was frustrated.
"I need Abby found Harry, you don't understand—"
"And you don't think I don't?! My beta, my friend, my brother has no memory of who he is or even has a clue on what his role means to not only my kingdom, but to me as well. So you shouldn't raise your irritating voice at me with that 'where is abby' shit."
With anger rising within me, I couldn't help but to get upset. I started to throw things, anything I could lay my little hands on; lamp, candles, pillows, vases, anything in my reach.
Harry didn't even look at me. Not even a turn of his head.
As I was getting no reaction from him, I started to cool down.
I walked over to him and noticed what he was looking at.
The moon.
The moon wasn't the color of a normal moon back at home, but a pinkish color.

"The Blood moon is said to be four days away."
Harry's hands were fidgety, as his eyes couldn't avert to any other direction. My heart was beating out of pure empathy for him. I am aware of how he feels and I couldn't quite say that I wouldn't know how he feels about this match made by Nyx.
Don't get me wrong, I believe in Nyx ever since she appeared to me, but, this? Pairing me up with a monster? Why me? Yet, why couldn't I be paired with someone from my own realm?
To be honest, I never would've thought of myself to be in this type of circumstance. I thought I would at least be able to graduate college, and earn enough money from stripping to provide myself with a better future for not only myself, but Abby. And here I am, feeling sorry for both me an Harry, and not knowing where the only person who gets me is.
"Abby is my priority, so is Roger. We will find Abby, I promise you."
Harry was standing over his balcony, where his voice had echoed throughout the room. For once, not only did I believe that he was beginning to care for others; but also I started to see that he wasn't the type of person that everyone swore off he is.
As I made my way to the balcony, I was contemplating on if our future could become a future. When my feet was parallel to his, I couldn't help but notice his dimples were coming out due to his frustration.
"Thank you." I said.
His eyes locked with mine. And for a spilt second, I was captivated by his true colored eyes— emerald. The type of color that can easily sway anyone into doing anything.
Harry was absolutely handsome, no doubt about it. Probably even more handsome than Kyle...whom I missed more than ever, but this moment wasn't the time to mention Kyle.
"You're gorgeous, Becky."
I turned away at Harry's flattery, and gave a smile to the woods in the distance. As my smile was grinning from side to side, I heard footsteps walking away. Harry was no longer by my side, but was back sitting at his desk chair of his office.
After our hot make-out sesh, Harry had Roger escorted by the guards to get an examination done. With this examination being held, it will help not only I, but Harry figure out why his memory was wiped and where Abby might be.
I walked over to his desk and rested my hands promptly on his shoulders and started to massage aggressively to relieve the tension.
As I was in the middle of massaging, Harry abruptly grasped my wrist in an aggressive manner.
"I need to relieve myself, Becky. And I want to do this with you, and you only."
My confusion had taken over me as if I had no idea of what he meant.
He pulled my body onto his lap and started to caress my arm in complete 'awe'.
"Please grant me this one wish, Becky."
As his hands were caressing my arms, he once again locked eyes with mine.
He was pleading.
He was begging.
Harry, the Lord of the Underworld, wanted me.
Harry needed me.
As I finally understood what he meant, I nodded my head in acceptance.
It was time for this little girl to become a woman...
**Moments later**
Harry had taken me to his bedroom where I found myself enjoying Harry's silk sheets, trying to find comfort in the idea of me finally losing my virginity.
Harry had taken off his shirt; exposing a butterfly tattoo on his chest, two swallows on his pecs, and two long leaves on his V line. He was a work of art that I had suddenly admired so much.
He began to trace his rough, felt tipped fingers along my waist where my pants were in the way of. Unbuttoning my pants, he slowly pulled my tight fitting jeans off, exposing my bare skin.
He made a trail of exotic pecs of what can only be of his lips, along the sides of my inner thighs towards my core.
His lips were as soft as feathers, and the feeling of his lips pressing against my skin harmoniously, wasn't keeping my patience at bay.
My underwear was suddenly sliding off; before I knew it, those rough, tipped fingers had entered my core. As his fingers began to slide in, my breathing had changed rapidly. I inhaled sharply— as his fingers slid out, I exhaled sharply.
The pleasure was nothing but miserable, but enjoyable.
I was at the pleasure of someone who I thought wanted me, who needed me.
He was at the pleasure of someone who wanted him more than ever, who needed him as well.
As his speed began to quicken, I felt an undesirable clench set in the pit of my stomach...
This didn't feel like normal..
"Let go baby.." Harry moaned, yet aroused at my sudden discomfort.
As his fingers began to go much faster, I felt the pit of my stomach unleash the pleasure that was given to me.
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