King Of Hell (Harry Styles) √

King Of Hell - 25:

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Amora's P.O.V:

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Harry slides into me, both of us moaning softly. I wrap my legs around his waist and he places his hands either side of my head.

He soon finds a rhythm and I match it, both of our bodies moving around swiftly between the sheets.

"Oh, Harry! You feel so good!"

I cry out, Harry slapping against my pelvis. He grunts deeply, his Demon side clawing it's way to the surface.

"Jesus!"

Harry growls and stills, spilling himself into me, causing me to find my own release. Our sweaty bodies are spent.

"Now, tha' was amazin'!"

Harry grins and I blush, hiding my face in his chest, causing Harry to chuckle evily and wrap his arms around me, kissing the top of my head.

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My hand is numb from the countless paperwork. The army group needs new uniforms, the Orphanage needs new furniture and the town needs new pavements. So much has happened in the last month.

Harry has been acting kind of strange for the last week. He and Louis have been sneaking around and whispering. I'm not worried, but it's kind of annoying me. Harry and I aren't supposed to have any secrets. Then again, I'm not his Wife or Mother, he doesn't have to answer to me.

"Babe? I'm takin' ya out tonigh'. Be ready for six."

Harry says, poking his head into the office. Before I could reply, he smirks, winks and disappears. I sigh and drop my pen onto the paperwork and rub my temples. Harry Styles is one confusing man!

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