Running [h.s.]

twenty | luna

I made instagram accounts for some of the characters in this story!! Go follow lunadbennett, mack.callahan, lucasvgreene, and tycalvinofc on insta! I think I'm gonna make one for Sarah also and maybe make a "finsta" for Harry... We'll see. Go follow just for fun!

Also, buckle up for this chapter babies!

This song isn't in the chapter but it's the perfect vibe. I hope you don't mind when I put songs like that that aren't actually played in the chapter. I think it just enhances the reading experience. Anyways, enjoy some Harry/Luna action! I still need a ship name for them. It can't be Larry for obvious reasons lol... maybe Lurry? Idk that's kinda dumb. Let me know.

His sugary sweet lips press into mine, his warm palm cupping my cheeks, gently holding my head in place. I kiss him back, our mouths desperate for one another. His kiss is soft, but I can feel a hunger brewing behind it. He is an angel, with sinfully soft lips that feel like heaven against my mouth. I've never tasted anything like him before, he is my new favorite flavor and I know now that I've had a taste of him, I will crave him endlessly.

My hands instinctively tangle in his curls and his other hand finds my waist, pulling my body into his. My legs that were hugged against my chest stay bent, but part to encompass either side of his body and I press them into my mattress so I am straddling his lap.

I feel his lips curl into a smile against my lips as he continues to move his mouth with mine. I part my lips, my body reaching a new, uncharted level of euphoria as he touches my skin. All of my senses are on fire, the taste of his buttery soft lips, the smell of his vanilla cologne, the sound of his soft moans escaping his throat... They all mix into a delectable ecstasy and my body is bewitched by his spell.

"Luna, you are so fucking perfect," he groans between kisses. The way his accent accentuates each syllable leaves me as putty in his hands. I am completely at his mercy, unable to find a single flaw in his entire existence.

His words stir inside me, drumming up a confidence I haven't felt in a while. With our lips still pressed together, I move my hand to his pearl necklace, using my index finger to gently tug him with me as I lay back on the bed.