“I don’t think you understand.” He ran his thumb over my lip and jaw as he kissed my chest. “I’m not going to fuck you,” that didn’t get easier to hear and I felt my desire burning the more he touched me. “I want to make you feel cherished.” My heart flipped the moment the words left his mouth. His lips were against my collar bone and I felt him run his hands behind my back to unclip my bra in a swift movement. His lips were against mine within seconds, I cupped his face in my hands and felt him deepen his kisses, his hand traced my hips towards my jeans and I helped him undo them and pull them off. I wanted nothing more than him. Our kisses were messy, full of need and passion but there was a different air in them tonight. I pushed that thought to the back of my mind and pulled his t-shirt over his head. His chiseled physique over me sent my stomach into a knot. I ran my nose over his and felt his hand slip between my legs. I was already soaked. I bit my lip as he ran his fingers between my slit. I heard him groan as he pressed his fingers inside me. My head tilted backwards slightly and I struggled to keep my eyes open. His stubbled rubbed against my nipple. I moaned softly as the rhythm of him thrusting his fingers pushed me slightly closer to the edge. “Kiss me Av.” He whispered as I glanced down at him. His blue eyes were hooded with desire and I kissed him. He was resting his weight on his forearm as he lay over me and I ran my hands through the back of his hair. This was like nothing I’d ever experienced with him before. I wrapped my legs around his waist and heard the rip of the foil packet. The anticipation built up in my stomach and as he leant down to kiss me he filled me. A whimper left my lips and my eyes closed. He was slow at first, and gradually thrusted deeper and quicker. His lips rarely left mine, a feeling of euphoria was building and I gripped his shoulder softly.
“Harry.” I groaned a little against his soft lips, I felt his lips turn upwards into a smile.
“Let go Av.” His low sexy voice was enough to push me over the edge. I did. I let go completely. The euphoric feeling ran through me in a wave. I heard him whimper my name against my neck and shivered beneath him. I’m in trouble. My legs trembled as he pulled himself out of me and I ran my fingers against the stumble of his jaw line. I wanted to tell him how I felt.
“You’re beautiful.” He studied me and didn’t seem to rush to move. I could feel myself blushing as I smiled.
“I’m not. You're blind.” I smiled as he pressed his soft lips against the corner of my mouth.
"I thought we'd been through this once?" He smirked and I shrugged slightly. He was still leaning up on his forearms enclosing me beneath him. I watched as the muscles in his arms tensed and ran my fingers over them. My eyes grew heavy as he lay next to me. We didn’t speak another word and I don’t remember anything else.
Chapter Six
Vens.
Part of me wanted to run. As quickly and as far away as possible. As I glanced down at her dark hair covering her beautiful face I exhaled and lay her head on the pillow. She was so peaceful and barely spoke a word afterwards. Tonight was different. I felt deeper for her. I’d never felt like this, not even after Chloe. Not like I’d stolen something from her. Something that she’d never get back. She touched me in places I’ve never let anybody touch and I had no idea why I let her. You fucking idiot. I lay on my side gazing at her shoulders, they were so dainty and then her face. I ran my fingers along her soft skin and I felt my heart begin to race. Why did she let me do this? I shook my head and shifted a little, the feeling of her tiny hand reaching across my abs stopped me almost instantly. I didn’t ever want to hurt her and I probably already had. The thought killed me. Her head dug into my chest and I ran my hand over her hair. I was sober. I’d done this while I was sober and I felt calm, relaxed and happy? I kissed her head softly as she squeezed me.
“Haz?” She muttered whilst partially in slumber. Hearing my name being spoken from her sweet mouth made my heart beat harder. I don’t think I’d ever tire of it.
“I’m here beautiful.” I muttered back. But she didn’t stir again. I’ve fucked up here.
She was awake before me. She wasn’t clothed. She was still wearing those white lace knickers I'd peeled off her the night before and my t-shirt. I smirked as I watched her watch the television that was mounted on my wall and cleared my throat.
“Oh I'm sorry did I wake you?” She blushed pink and I shook my head.
“No.” I pulled her arm softly so that she lay next to me. I wonder what she’s thinking about.
“Do you need to go?” Her words were quiet and I tried to make eye contact with her but she couldn’t look at me. My chest pounded and I ran my fingers underneath to pull her chin up to me.
“Why would I need to go?” I whispered, longing to know her thought process and watched as she shrugged.
“I thought you might need to you know?” She glanced down at my arms where my track marks were fading and I shook my head. The stab of disappointment reappeared.
“You're better than that.” In one swift movement
