"That mouth of yours is gonna get you killed, princesa." He ground out. Index and thumb securely holding my chin in place. I've lost count of how many times Harry has caged me beneath his arms like this against every fucking wall to exist, honestly so over it at this point that the single action was enough to send me into a pit of rage. "If you're gonna fucking kill me. Get it over with." My voice was sharp. Barely recognizable at this point. I can't for the life of me understand how Harry was able rile me up this much- to the point of pure boiling anger. "Cause you're taking a goddamn long time-" His mouth was on mine. So unbelievably fucking fast that i've forgotten how to breathe, to think, to react. His body pressing against me tighter, closing all and every existing gap that once existed between us. My fingers absentmindedly looping through the belt hoops of his jeans so tight to hold myself in place. The kiss was nothing but heavy panting and clashing teeth. His fingers were holding my jaw in place while his other hand roamed the length of my bare waist, slipping underneath my shirt. The touch alone sending me spiraling into an abyss of heat and lust. "I'm gonna make you fucking scream, Eliana." ----- 18+ Story Contains Mature and Explicit Content © All Rights Reserved