Enmity ||Harry Styles||

Chapter 13

Mature content

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We continue to gaze into each other's eyes. We were so lost in each other. At least I know I was lost in him. I didn't know if Harry could see all my feelings through my eyes. I didn't know if he wanted me fully. Maybe he didn't want to take something that he'd never be able to give back. That's the thing. He's not taking it; I'm gladly giving it to him.

If you're wondering no I'm not on my period anymore. Mine only last for three days. If My monthly visitor was still here, I wouldn't be taking a bath. I sure as hell wouldn't be in bloody water with the man I love right behind me. Then there's the fact that I want to give myself completely to Harry.

After what seems like forever we break out of our trance. Harry's the first to look away, only to bring his eyes back to mine. His hand moves to my face. He tilts his head while caressing my cheek.

"Bell," He says my name, making the butterflies in my stomach rage. I close my eyes and lean into his touch. "Bell,"

Harry seems to be at a loss for words. He repeats my name. Each time quieter than the last. I move my gaze away from his eyes that just bore right into mine. It feels as if he's rejecting me in a way. That really hurts.

"Bell," This time his tone is louder, commanding. I look at his face once again. I'm a little surprised when Harry's lips meet mine.

We kiss so passionately and hungrily. The tongue caressing and lip biting. I can feel the desire and lust between us. It feels good to be wanted by Harry. He's the only guy that I want to actually want me.

"Harry," I moan his name. I don't want my first time to be in the bathtub, I want it on an actual bed.

Harry seems to either not hear me or just ignore me. His mouth moves to my jaw and down. Some kisses turn into love bites on the trail he's making. I close my eyes. Small moans leave my mouth. An especially loud moan comes out when Harry starts to play with my breast. His tongue swirls around my right nipple. Then, like usual, he moves to the other nipple. I feel Harry's hand sliding down. When his hand reaches my flower I gasp. Harry begins to rub my clit, which has me shuddering in pleasure.

Only when he takes his hand away, I open my eyes and whimper. I actually whimpered at the lost of contact between his hand and down there. Harry stands and I try my best to keep my eyes above his manhood. He steps out carefully. He then holds his hand out for me to take. I comply and take my step out of the bath. We walk into my room, not even bothering to let the water drain out. We're both still wet when Harry lays me down on my bed.

His eyes hungrily run over my chest. Guys always look up here, but only Harry's actually means something. As a result I go to cover my chest, feeling uncomfortable. Before I can fully cover them, Harry catches my wrist.

"Don't cover yourself." He tells me. His eyes are so serious. The only thing you can do is obey.

"Fuck. I want you so fucking bad, Bell." Harry groans.

"Then take me, Harry. I want to give myself to you." I grab his face. A sigh leaves his mouth.

"Once it's gone, it's gone. That's something you'll never get back." He opens his eyes and stares at me. I stare right back.

"I want you to have it." I say in all seriousness. "Only you."

Harry stares for what feels like the hundredth time today. His eyes search mine. It's so intense, but I feel that I can't look away. Just when I think this is his way of rejecting me, his lips meet mine.