PRISONERS

Chapter 50

• Chapter 50 •

Harry was very soft with me that night. During sex, I could feel a different side of him come through his actions. His touch wasn't that rough, his lips weren't raw and aggresive. He seemed more relaxed, as if now that I agreed to the marriage, he has no reason to be so desperate to have me. I liked the slow burning inside of me as he moved, everything completely highened due to the blunt he lit up for me. Every time I blew smoke against his lips, he would thrust harder inside of me, making me moan and close my eyes shut in pleasure. I felt like I was flying in thin air while he buried himself between my legs. 

But every time I closed my eyes, Elijah appeared.

I tried to get him off my mind, I really did. I tugged at Harry's hair roughly, I bit the skin on his shoulder, I scratched his back with my nails until he got rough and made me moan louder. I wanted it to be so intense that I wouldn't be able to breathe or think of Elijah. I couldn't ignore the stinging pain in my chest whenever Elijah's face appeared in my mind like a haunting memory. I would even flinch when Harry would grip me a little too harshly, but he wouldn't stop. I liked the pain, I didn't ask him to be gentle. I wanted everything to be so intense and raw, that no soft glimpse of Elijah would destroy me.

"Oh baby," he groaned into my ear, his breath hot, tickling my sensitive skin there.

I wrapped my arms tightly around his neck, feeling him stretch me apart with every thrust. His body pumping against me was the only sound in the room, my moans muffled by his lips on my own. I was getting lost in the moment until familiar words echoed in my ears.

Go or I'll make love to you...

Out of selfishness and irritation, I kissed Harry deeper, my tongue reaching for his. He would bite my lower lip and whisper dirty words to me the whole time.

"Do you like it like that baby?", "do you want me to go deeper?", "that's it, open your legs for me, stretch that pussy for me," "I love fucking you like this".

Go or I'll make love to you...

I noticed a tear running down my cheek and across my nose while I had my head down, Harry giving it to me from the back. I leaned my head against my arm and wiped it slowly, sniffing quietly. I couldn't feel almost anything from the pleasure spreading through my body, my mind completely faded away to Elijah and his words. Oddly, the moments of him and I walking around the city with our hands entwined together flashed like a trailer of a movie before my eyes. Harry got harder on me, hands squeezing my ass and pulling me against his hips, thrusting faster inside of me. My moans were barely audible, which must have been the reason Harry stopped so suddenly and lied down next to me, his hands reaching for my waist. He pulled me towards him, me hiding my blushed face from him.

"Hey, hey, what's going on?" he said gently, tightening his grip around my waist and pressing me against his firm body. "Look at me, Rosie, look at me." 

I lifted my head to meet his gaze, my puffy eyes blinking constantly to avoid any other tear from appearing. His face was unbelievably confused and concerned, a sight that actually made my heart melt. He cares, it's obvious. I sniffed and shook my head, struggling to pick the right words to explain to him how I felt. There is no way I can tell him that Elijah has been on my mind the entire time he was inside of me.

"What's wrong, was I too hard?" he said, bringing his large warm hand on my cheek, grazing my skin with his thumb.

"No...I just.." I sighed, placing my head against his tattooed shoulder. "I don't feel like I wanna do this..."

"I won't touch you again if you don't like me to."

He. Cares.

"Harry I meant about your plans."