Something Special {H.S.}

*28: The Gift

Trigger Warning: sexual content, violence, and graphically detailed gore. You have been warned.

"I love you."

Harry's warm naked body goes rigid in my hold. He pulls back slowly to look at me, shock and concern painting his features.

"Are you sure?" His voice is a low rumble and sounds sexy as hell, but his words piss me off a bit.

"What do you mean am I sure? I think I'd know if I was in love with someone, Harold."

He scrunches up his face slightly at the name, but leans down to press a burning kiss on my naked shoulder. This action melts away an anger I was beginning to feel.

"I didn't mean it like that baby girl. It's just that," His eyes bore into mine again, leaving me breathless at their intensity. "once you love someone like me, there's no going back and I couldn't stand it if you got hurt."

My eyebrows crinkle in confusion at the dark words. "Are you saying that you'd hurt me?"

I wasn't aware of it until now, but when Harry shifts a little I'm reminded that his semi hard pulsing dick is still inside of my slick pussý and a whimper escapes me at the overwhelming feeling.

He stills his movement, but doesn't pull out. Instead, he returns back to the conversation at hand.

"Well I wouldn't hurt you knowingly, I meant that I'm a person who kills, sells hardcore drugs, and everything in between on a daily basis. With someone as innocently sweet as you are, it's a shock that you even let me take your virginity, let alone the fact that you actually love me."

I'm surprised by his train of thought and the only thing I can mumble out is, "'M not innocent." He laughs and looks down between my legs at the place where our bodies are still joined together. "I'll say you're not." Fire ignites beneath my skin which makes Harry chuckle at my reaction. "Don't worry, I meant that you're a different kind of innocent."

We're silent for a moment before I become serious again.

"I love you. And there's nothing you could possibly say or do that would ever change how I feel. I-I know it's kind of fast but I can't help what I feel, so... deal with it."

He doesn't say anything for a while and the feeling of dread begins to creep up on me. Okay, I get it, he doesn't love me back. I just wish he would tell me and get it the fuck over with. Rip off the bandaid-

My ranting thoughts are cut off when Harry presses his soft lips to mine. The kiss is something that I've never felt before. It's slow, sweet and... loving. When we break apart, I'm left breathless at the raw emotion in his shining green eyes.

"I love you."

When I first encountered Harry, I never thought in a million years that he would ever be saying these words to me. Yet here we are. Happiness bubbles up in my chest and I can't help but kiss him.

The sweet kiss, a simple touch of lips, turns dirty as Harry roughly bites down on my bottom lip, making me gasp. He plunges his sweet tongue into my mouth, exploring me all over again. Roughly grabbing my breast, he squeezes it while shifting his body so that his, now rock hard cock exits me except for the tip.

The overstimulation makes me moan out in sweet agony.

"Pa- I mean, Harry please."

He ceases all movement and I almost cry out loud at his succulent lips leaving mine.

"What were you about to call me?"

I avoid his gaze, feeling strange about the word that almost slipped out of my mouth. "N-nothing."