The Mysterious Knight 🏹 🔞 |Harry Styles AU| COMPLETED ✔

Chapter 11

He couldn't bear the thought...
He didn't want to think about it. About anything...
He needed a distraction...

He shot off his chair and approached the biggest man he could find.

"Here, friend," he said, tapping the man's shoulder.
"If your mother's as ugly as you are, then she must be the finest bitch in the king's own kennels."

The unknown man roared his outrage, the sound of which was Grace to Harry's ears.

He clenched his fists and knew with contentment that for the next half hour he would be able to banish every thought of Rosaline, and home, from his mind.

He punched the man with all his strength sending him to fly off his chair...

He looked down at the man and to all his friends who were now threatningly surrounding him ready to fight.

He clenched his knuckles, a wide grin spreading on his face.
A rush of adrenaline spreading all over his body...

He was ready to bash some heads tonight!

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Rosaline woke up from the soft strokes of fingers on her cheek.

It felt so good she almost purred like a cat and closed her eyes again for a brief moment enjoying it...

Her mind was still struggling to lift out of its sleepy stupor.
She suddenly sat up, realising that she wasn't alone in the room anymore!

It was dark , but the moonlight spilling through the shutters still offered some visibility.

Blinking, she tried to focus but couldn't make sense of what was before her eyes.

It was broad and solid, fleshcolored, and lightly sprinkled with hair.
She blinked again, and again.
Was she still dreaming?

"Tell me that isn't you, Harry Styles" she whispered,
"lying in my bed as naked as the day you were born."

His fingers continued to caress her, and she could hear the smile in his voice when he replied, obediently

"It's not me lying in your bed as naked as the day I was born."

Slowly, her eyes moved to look into his face.
He was smiling pleasantly, as relaxed and happy as he could be, and Rosaline almost forgot to breath.
He was so beautiful...

"What, may I ask, are you doing here?"

"Preparing to sleep, sweeting, and of course touching you."

His fingers ran lightly from her face down her to her throat and across the delicate bones of one shoulder.

Feelings Goosebumps wherever he touched her...

"Does this return memories, Rosaline?"

She closed her eyes. Oh yes it did, sweet , wonderful memories...

Sandhe trembled under his touch, completely unable to speak.

Harry smiled.
She was as warm and soft beneath his fingers as he had remembered her to be.

"Yes, beautiful" he murmured, drawing closer to her, breathing in her ears "Memories like this."

His mouth closed over hers, and Harry grunted in pleasure...
She felt so good, so soft and warm.

He took her face in his hands and pressed his tongue between her lips and into the welcoming warmth of her mouth.
Stroking her tongue with his in a slow sensual pace.