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Harry's POV.
Grace tilts her head to the right and before I can find the right words to somehow relive her mood, her lips crush against mine making me fall back. Her teeth capture my bottom one and her tongue dances across the surface whilst she takes a long breath and deepens her touch. I shiver as Grace leads us into a very hot and steamy make out session. She moans each time I detach myself from her to catch a bit of air for my lungs.
I have my finger basically locked on her ass when Grace slowly guides them on her bare thighs. The dress is all over the place, her swollen red lips are working so hard on mine I think I will die for the amount of pleasure I am feeling, although I'm so confused, I can't seem to process anything of what is happening. Why is she doing this? it makes no sense, she was angry with me, now she craves doe me? Well, not that I am complaining anyway.
Grace slowly withdraws and I follow her body, I am so compelled I can't even understand I am at her complete mercy. She rolls on her back smoothing the dress she is wearing and I move at the top of her, blocking her down with my arms on each side of her sides. I run my touch on her wonderful curves and sense the softness of skin on my palms as she gasps, rushing to unbutton my shirt. Her fairy hands smooth the heated flesh on my chest causing me to increase the grip I have on her to relieve a bit of the frustration. She feverish lifts her lower body meeting mine and I crumble down using my hold to fasten the movements, asking for more as she starts. I rock her body against my own keeping on out tongue connected. I dare to raise my hand under the skirt of her black dress and Grace answers by moving her right leg around my waist line to give me more room. I sneak under the material and find her so wet and ready I could cry from the pleasure.
Grace aches her back in complaint and I rush to touch her the way she likes. I feel her lips sucking on my neck while she works to take off my jeans. I help her kick it down as I search the zip of the dress.
It's completely fucked up what we're doing and has no reasons to be happening since we were insulting each other only minutes ago but I need her so much I don't fucking care. If this is what Grace wants, if this is the only thing she will accept from me after what I've done, then be it. I'm too smitten to give a crap anyway.
My boxers gets unbelievably tight as I push my body on Grace's in attempt to create as much frictions as possible but at the same time, treating her as the precious jewel she is. I pass my tongue on her lips and catch one of her hand, traveling with my digits on her fingers to intertwine them. I struggle distancing myself from her tempting body and notice something missing. I turn my head and study her left hand carefully, astonishment and hurt taking place so fast my head starts to spin with information. No, tell she didn't.
Grace blushes the second I come back down to look at her horrified.
'' You take it off?'' I point out way too loud and angered then I should be. Grace blinks her eyes not answering, causing me to fume even more. '' Grace, how could you do such thing?'' I'm aware I'm ruining the moment, still I couldn't car any less. The fact that she's not wearing my ring is making me lose control and have so many displeasing thoughts haunting my poor mind.
