They met at the wrong time under the wrong circumstances, in a world that was not theirs. They had no choice but to move on from each other.
Five years later, Griffin Walker and Harry Styles meet again. How will it end this time?
LOVE BUILT ON LIE...
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HARRY E. STYLES January, 2021
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*
Loving her through the night was simply not enough. I loved her beyond that.
Keeping my eyes on her bare chest, the goose bumps rising on her skin as my lips wandered all over her body, exploring every inch. She whimpered under my mouth, hissing as my teeth deepened into her flesh, sucking a love bite onto her tender breast. Pulling away to admire the creation, it matched the ones on her neck, adoring her delicate skin. The gold necklace rolling down the side as I nudged it out of the way, caught my eyes, making me bite down on my lip as I glimpsed at her flushed cheeks, parted mouth and furrowed brows.
"Harry," she moaned, sounding desperate for my touch and attention as she laid breathlessly. Moving my hips against hers as I reached further up on her body, tucking my face in the crook of her neck, I felt her fingers crawl up my sides before she deepened her nails in the skin of my back, dragging it down the same time I kissed into her. I lost my breath at the jolt of pain from her touch, my hips falling against hers. "Fuck," she muttered in my ear, her voice failing to remain audible as she gave in to the feeling of my nibbles on her skin.
"What is it, princess? Hm?" I whispered the words, dragging my tongue over each of the love marks left behind. "Sounds like you need something, don't you?"
"Yes," Griffin sighed. She pushed her chest against mine, her legs hooking around my waist as she placed her fingers in my hair, inching up from the nape of my neck. "I do," she started. "Need you."
A chesty growl erupted from my throat as she grinded herself against my cock, easing the ache buried in the tip. Placing my hand on her hip, I pushed her down onto the bed and she whined, my own heartbeat accelerating at the loss of contact. It felt so fucking good but I wanted to bury myself inside of her and come that way, rather than get off with our underwear still in the way.
Mumbling a quiet 'is that so?' as I kissed my way down her stomach was enough to get her breathing going. She was heaving under me, to the point where my ego had run out of stretch. A single touch of my lips on her skin was enough to turn her on, almost like her body just knew what to do the second it came in contact with mine. Just as I dragged my tongue along the line of her underwear, my index finger curled under the material, pulling it back then letting it snap against her skin.
Hands pushing her thighs apart and moving her legs further up, I could easily fit myself between them. Teasing her with gentle kisses from the inside of her knee, up until her thigh and close to her underwear, caused the most angelic sounds to leave her pretty lips.
"Harry," she huffed, her hands dropping by her side as I caught her gripping the duvet beneath her. My mouth hovered over her clothed pussy, breathing down the material and allowing the hot air to fan over her. She whined and lifted her hips from the bed, making me push two of my fingers between her legs. The material was damp as it stuck to her core, forming a small gap amongst her lips. Using it as a little path, I moved my fingers up and down, making Griffin moan at the feeling and whisper, "Yes," when I pressed a little harder on where her clit was hiding. Slotting my tongue where my fingers had been caused her to stretch her legs out and whimper, the air becoming thicker with tension as my eyes closed and I indulged in her smell.
