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Heaven & Hell

Warning: This one-shot contains dark and sexual content.

[This is an edited version of a one-shot I wrote a few years ago, I hope you enjoy!]

Theme: Demon!Harry

Word count: 12.8k

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Earth. What a magnificent paradise. Created perfectly in my father's image.

I've been reading about it for years. I've been begging for almost a millennia to visit.

Aristol, my brother and also, in his words, my 'superior' has long refused. But I'm finally getting my chance.

I finally got my first assignment on Earth.

Aristol is furious about it, I know he's been going behind my back to Mariella and telling her that 'I'm just a child and can't handle a place like Earth, let alone go on this assignment'

He was adamant that it should be him.

1. I am not a child. I'm not much younger than Aristol as much as he likes to claim.

2. I have proven myself, I've done all my studies and I have trained for this my entire life.

As stunning as Earth is, I am well aware of the way it has been corrupted.

But where there is a storm, a rainbow is not far behind.

I've been on Earth for almost two weeks now. Europe. I've only seen maps, to be here is surreal.

To see how my father's creation has grown into what it is, it's amazing.

Humans are fascinating to me.

I'm not meant to interact much, but I can't help it.

Especially my assignment. A beautiful little boy by the name of Isaac.

A prophecy that came to the angels attention exactly 12 years ago, the day he was born.

I like to look at Mariella as a mother figure. She believes in me, pushes me to be strong.

Shes our link, almost like what humans would call a telephone.

She speaks directly with our father and 12 years ago, we received a message about a little boy with astounding power.

For the first 11 years of his life, he would be protected from the most awful parts of the world and the creatures who surround it. But, when he reaches 12, his presence would officially take hold and all creatures would become aware of him.

Which is incredibly dangerous.

That's where I come in. Angels have been preparing for this little boys 12th birthday for a long time and we have put as much protection on him as we can.

I've been assigned to watch over him.

I was strictly told not to interact with him. Just watch.

On my first day of observing him, he knew it.

He touched my hand and the first thing he asked me was if I wanted to get icecream with him.

It's almost like he knew. Treating me like he's known me his whole life.

I've never tried food of any kind before, but it's amazing.

Icecream, it's sweet and cold and comes in so many different flavors I feel dizzy when I have to choose.

For the last two weeks I've been meeting Isaac at the Icecream truck in the park near his house.

Power radiated off of this little boy and he seemed to have no clue about it. But I can see it in the way he talks, he's smart. He's intuitive and extremely wise for only being alive for a mere 12 years.

After trying icecream, I went and tried all the food I could. It's so amazing to me the things humans have created. I think my favourite is coffee.

It makes my body tingle in the strangest way.

So now, every day before I meet up with Isaac, I stop in this quiet little coffee shop.

I love watching them go about their day, humans.

I'm so grateful to the lady named Eileen who makes me a different kind of coffee every time I come in.

She's so sweet.

I don't understand Aristol's hatred towards them. The way he talks about them, like every single human is corrupt.

But it's not true. Not in the slightest.

Life, is beautiful.

"You're practically one of them" I jump slightly, looking up from the paper I am reading.

Aristol.

"I told Mariella you were to young and stupid for this assignment" He shakes his head, looking me up and down.

"You better start acting like an angel before someone snuffs you out"

Hes bitter about being pushed to the side.

"I think I blend in better like this" I smile at my brother and sip my coffee.

"I've been doing well, watching over Isaac. He's safe" He looks at me with disgust as I drink the coffee.

"We'll see"

With that, he's gone.

How Aristol doesn't see the beauty of our fathers world, is crazy to me. It's beyond incredible.

I walk along the path towards the park and to my surprise, I see Isaac.

I only see the back of his head, but he's sitting next to someone.

Hastily, I make my way over to them.

"(Y/N)!" Isaac smiles widely when I come up to them. Next to him is an unfamiliar man in a black suit.

"I made another friend" He's so happy about it. Smiling ear to ear with an icecream in his hand.

"Isaac, you should be more careful" I say it softly to him, but I can feel myself becoming more protective.

"Don't worry, pretty thing, I'm not going to hurt him"

I watch as Isaac goes to touch the man's hand, but before he can, the mystery man stands to his feet.

Already, the energy feels strange.

He stands tall, looking over me.

"Just keeping him company" The man smiles at me, scanning me with bright green eyes. In his hand, he has an icecream. As he looks over me, I watch as he licks the vanilla flavored cone.

"Enjoying this sweet little dessert" His smile turns into a smirk.

"He found me like you, (YN)" Isaac says, still smiling. Excited to be making friends.

"(Y/N), what a beautifully angelic name" He turns away from me and looks down at Isaac.

"I'll be seeing you soon, young man" He bends down to Isaac's height and smiles.

Then, he stands back up and looks at me while licking his cone. He stares me down for a moment before turning and walking away.

I can't help but feel weary as I watch him leave.

I turn to Isaac and then kneel in front of him.

I place my hand on his cheek and smile.

"I need you to be careful, Isaac" I say seriously.

"I don't want anything bad happening to you, you're special" He hugs me tightly.

"I'm sorry if I worried you, (Y/N). I'll be careful" I hug him tighter and then pull back.

"Whenever you meet someone who wants to be friends with you, I want you to touch their hand" I take his hand and hold it tightly. I know he can feel my energy through touch.

It's an ability he's unaware of even possessing.

"Okay" He agrees, holding one of my hands with both of his.

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I'm still worried.

The appearance of the strange man is still haunting me. Something about him isn't right. Luckily, Isaac's house is a safe haven. Enchanted by sigils meant for protection. Not even Angels can enter through it.

But to be sure, I don't stray far from his home.

The sun has set and the city is quiet.

Sleep, a source of energy humans need. I don't quite understand it, but Isaac loves to tell me about it. About the dreams he has.

Visions of someone protecting him.

Visions of shadows that he calls nightmares.

I don't like hearing about those ones, I'd do anything to make them go away.

Emotions are something all creatures feel, including angels. It's something we have to learn to control, I'm still in the learning bit.

Aristol tried to use it as an excuse for why I was unfit for this position.

At the moment, fear is swirling through me. I've never encountered the creatures that were rumored to roam the Earth.

But as I make my way around Isaac's neighbourhood, I can feel the piercing sting of someone's eyes. Like I'm being followed.

Isaac's house is on the other street, I should find a place closer to settle for the night.

Usually, I'll explore in the hours of darkness. But tonight, I'm scared.

I peak down an alley. A shortcut.

My instinct is to teleport but I don't want unwanted attention and I can already feel eyes on me.

I step into the alley. It's not super long, thankfully and in the darkness of it I feel a little safer teleporting.

I go to close my eyes, to bring myself to Isaac's street but before I get the chance, a hand clamps down over my mouth.

"Make a sound, I clip those pretty wings"

The voice whispers in my ear.

"You try anything, that precious boy is good as dead" He warned.

My first thought is to tear him away with whatever power I can, but then he mentions Isaac.

An innocent little boy.

I stop struggling against his hold on me and suddenly everything is black.

He pulled something over my head, blinding me from seeing who he is and where he takes me.

Instantly I know he's not a creature of Earth when we teleport. Not long after, I'm pushed into a chair and cuffs are tied around my wrists against the arms of the chair.

"If you're a good girl for me, perhaps I'll takes these off. Just a little precaution for my sake" He whispers, pulling away the fabric that he had put over my head.

I open my eyes and I'm met with green.

The same green eyes I had met with Isaac in the park.

Instinct takes over me and I try to get myself loose.

But my power is gone. I look down at the straps on my wrist. Each one scribed with a dark power binding sigil.

I'm trapped.

When he chuckles, I look up at him.

"No use trying with those on, love" He smiles at me.

"W-What are you doing?" I can't help it. I'm terrified.

"A little birdie told me an angel was coming to town" I look over him, he's dressed in all black, all the way down to his shoes.

"Expected more of a fight from you, angel. Never seen one give up on a fight so easily" He kneels down in front of me, our eyes level.

In a flash, I watch as each little vein in his eyes grow dark until they are black.

A demon.

Children of my fallen brother, Lucifer.

I've never met one. I never wanted to meet one. They were soulless and wicked.

"Is this your first time meeting a demon, sweetheart?" He stands up to his feet, smoothing out the suit jacket he's wearing.

The smile on his face is sickening.

"What do you want?" I want to be confident, stand my ground but my voice is quiet.

I'm so afraid.

I don't know what to do. I'm stuck.

"I'd love nothing more than to suck the sweet little soul out of your body" His smile is unwavering, his thumb running over his bottom lip as he stares at me.

"I can only imagine how it tastes-" He leans over me, biting his lip.

"So tempting, I can practically smell it" I try to push myself away from him, his hand coming up to my cheek.

His fingers are warm, burning my skin but I shiver at the feeling.

He leans down closer to me, closing his eyes and taking a breath.

"Sweet like icecream" When his eyes open again, I watch the black recede. They are green again.

"Look at you, so afraid of me. It's intoxicating" His fingers trace my jaw and then he steps away.

"So fragile" He chuckles some more.

"I'm sorry, darling. It's just amusing to me that out of all the assholes they could have sent, they sent down....you" He laughs even more.

"Sounds like a set up to me, darling. Do you really think you can protect something that everyone is looking for?" He's smiling, mocking me.

It makes me angry. I'm not weak.

I struggle against the restraints, but nothing. Not even a sliver of power.

"We know he's hidden in the area you were lurking" He reaches into his jacket and pulls out a blade. He looks it over and then back at me.

"We want the same thing, angel" His smirk makes my stomach turn.

"To see that little boy take on the world. Or more favorably, take out the world" He takes a step towards me again, twirling the blade in his hand.

"You just have to tell me his exact location" I close my eyes tightly when he begins to point the blade towards me.

"I'd hate to ruin this beautiful face" I take a deep breath when I feel the tip of the blade on my cheek.

Delicately, he moves it over my skin.

He pulls it back and I open my eyes. It's still pointed at me.

I look up at him.

"Please..." I can't do this. I can't tell him where Isaac is. I'd die to protect him.

"Please" He mocks me, rolling his eyes.

"So many things I want to do with this" He smirks and looks at the blade.

"Perhaps in another meeting, angel girl" He brings the knife down and cuts the straps binding my wrists.

"I know you aren't going to try anything, so obedient" He hums and brings his free hand up to my face. Before he can touch me, I think about breaking his hand and it does.

My power is back.

His face twists in pain for just a second before he snaps it back into place.

He glares at me, his eyes black again. He grabs me roughly, pulling me out of the chair and then grabbing my throat.

In an instant, I'm shoved against the wall.

"Try that again, I dare you" He squeezes so hard I struggle to breathe.

I want to kill him. But I can't. It will just put Isaac into more danger.

"Killing you would bring me so much joy, but no answers" He loosens his grip but his hand is still locked around my throat.

"So how about this, if you don't tell me where he is, I kill everyone on the entire block instead?" I glance around the dimly lit room. It's small. The only thing in it is the chair I was strapped to.

"Why do you want him?" You know the answer already. He's powerful.

Power is the only thing these creatures care about.

"To many questions, darling and not enough answers" I can see him getting frustrated.

"What's your name?" I reach out my hand to touch him and when I do, he drops his hand from my throat and backs away from me. He's visibly angry. The knife in his other hand is clenched in his fist.

"Tell me where he is or when I find him, I'll cut his heart out" He snapped, raising the blade at me again.

"Please, don't hurt him. I'll do anything. Just please, don't kill him" I'm desperate, I beg with the soulless man and look into his darkened eyes.

"Kill me instead, don't hurt him" His demeanor changes just slightly.

"Every angel I've met, I've never met one like you" His knife is still pointed at me, but his voice is calmer.

"So, emotional" He steps towards me again.

"My guess, you don't even know what the child is" He comes so close to me, I hold my breath.

He brings the blade up again, pushing my hair away from my face. He smiles a bit and then takes the knife away, putting it back into his jacket.

"But maybe we could think of something" He leans in even closer to me, bringing his lips to my ear.

"You'll do anything?" He pulls back to look at me, his eyes now back to green. He bites his lip.

I nod quickly, completely unaware of what's going on in his mind.

I will die to protect Isaac and if death is my fate, I will accept it.

"What is this little angel willing to give up?" He wonders, his hand coming up to my face. His finger running along my bottom lip.

I want to bite it right off, but I know it won't end well so I refrain.

"Anything, just promise me you won't hurt him"

I go to reach out to him but he grabs both my wrists and pins them against the wall.

"Sorry, angel. Demons don't make promises" He leans close to my face.

"You're just going to have to trust me, can you do that, baby?"

I know I can't. I can't trust something like him.

Hes vile and nothing good will come out of trusting him.

But what choice do I have here?

I look at him and then nod a little bit, his smirk becoming more wicked.

"What a good girl" He placed his hand on my cheek and stroked it gently.

It burns my skin like his fingers are laced with poison. But the rings on his fingers send shivers up my spine.

"Tell me, honey, just how innocent are you?" His voice is quiet and menacing.

I didn't know what he meant.

"Never got this pretty white dress dirty before?" I look at him, confused. It seemed to edge him on even more. Like he enjoyed it.

I shake my head at his question, why would I get myself all dirty?

Heaven is clean, pristine.

I miss it. Heaven is safe and pure.

"Angels, all work and no play" He leans in so close, his cheek is almost touching mine. His lips are by my ear.

"What do you do for fun, darling?" His breath is warm and I can almost feel the stubble from his face.

"I-I don't know"

Hes so close to me I feel like I'm suffocating. His scent is overwhelming.

"Would you like to know what I do?" He takes a breath, his lips touching my skin for just a split second before he steps back from me.

The blade he had put away, he takes out again.

I can't begin to imagine what a demon would do for fun.

I don't want to know.

"It depends on how I'm feeling that day, honestly"

This is it. He's going to kill me.

"Carving is fun" He brings the dull part of the blade to my cheek and out lines my jaw.

"I would have so much fun carving you-" He licks his lip.

"But that's not the fun I'm in the mood for tonight" He continues to trail the blade down my neck. I watch him.

"Call me crazy, angel. But I like you. So different from your waste of space siblings" He knicks my flesh with the blade, making me wince.

It only takes a moment before the wound heals it self.

"It just brings me so much pleasure seeing the fear in your eyes" He glances up at me.

Finally, he pulls the knife away. He puts it back into his jacket.

"Would you like to have some fun with me, baby? I'd say it's the better option"

I look away from him, still not knowing what he wants from me. What could he possibly want to do with me?

"W-What do you want to do?" I stutter on my words, avoiding his stare.

"Been with many things in my lifetime, never an angel" He smiles. But I'm still so confused.

I can't figure it out. I don't know if I want to.

"So clueless" He laughs and grabs my chin, making me look at him.

"So innocent, it makes me sick" He looks right into my eyes, holding onto my face tightly.

"Kind of hot" He glances down, looking at my lips and then back up to my eyes.

"Please, just tell me what you want" I plead with him. I'm done with his twisted games, I feel like I'm going crazy.

I have no idea what is happening.

"I want you, pretty angel. I want to taste these sweet looking lips" His thumb outlines my mouth.

"I bet they taste just as good as your soul would" He licks his lip again.

I go through the library of books in my mind, suddenly putting together what he desires.

"Copulation?" I look at him, not any less confused.

But fear rises in my stomach.

Copulation is apart of the human experience on Earth, meant for procreation. Angels can't procreate.

Even in my human form, procreating is impossible.

I've read about it, I've studied everything about the human species. I know pleasure is something humans crave and Copulation is supposed to be a joyful experience.

I know it is, it brings new life. It's amazing.

But angels are forbidden from participating in such an act. It wasn't meant for us, it's not something we crave.

I've never even thought about something like that.

For angels, it's immoral.

"So technical" He chuckles quietly.

"Have you ever felt pleasure, my darling angel?" He asks, his fingers replace the blade. They trace my skin and take the same route down along my jaw.

I can't even think about it.

There's whispers of angels who have strayed, they were never seen again.

I quickly shake my head.

"I can't. It's not meant for us" I whisper, looking at him.

"You're missing out, pretty thing" He looks at me for a moment and then backs away from me.

"Pleasure is not a sin. Why would your stupid father create something only to pick and choose who gets to enjoy themselves?" He runs his hand through his hair and smiles at me.

"W-Why do you want to do that with me?"

I look him over, he's tall. Intimidating.

"So perfect, I want ruin you" He bites his lip and stares me down.

I'd die to protect Isaac. I'd do anything.

"You won't hurt Isaac?" I ask, meeting his stare that I had tried avoiding.

He smirks.

Fear completely sinks in. If I were to be caught doing something like this, especially with a demon, I'd loose my wings.

"I just want to make you feel good, there's nothing sinful about that" His green eyes are sparkling as he looks at me.

"Why? Why haven't you just killed me?"

It's so unclear, it would be much easier for him to just get rid of me.

"Most angels I come across, usually do have that fate. Hate those arrogant fuckers" He shakes his head and rolls his eyes.

"But you, my darling, are different. Sweet little thing, innocent" He came towards me, sliding his hands up my arms.

"They all act so pure, but you should know darling, that some of your siblings are just as bad as us" He blinked, his eyes appearing black again. He brings a hand to my throat.

I take a deep breath, looking at him.

"Hm, but not you, princess" He pulls me closer, his grip getting tighter.

"You truly don't want to hurt anyone. It must be awful-" He laughs.

"Hurting people is so much fun" He squeezes hard and then let's go of me.

"So, untouched. Just the thought of putting my cock in you drives me crazy"

His words make me flinch.

Being on Earth, I've heard some of the language they use. Some words, are extremely inappropriate.

"But, I am not the type to force pleasure onto someone. I don't need to, creatures of all kinds love to throw themselves at me. I'm like, God to them" I get angry, disgusted with way he threw around my father's name.

I try to hide it, knowing he's trying to get a reaction out of me.

"What do you say, my angel? Do you want to experience pleasure you've never dreamed of?" He asks, his smile wide.

"What's your name?" I ask, my voice soft.

I vowed to die for Isaac. I will protect him no matter the cost.

"Why does it matter?" He crosses his arms.

Hes right. I don't want to hurt anyone, or anything. Not even the darkest ones. I just want to help and protect.

Most demons, were once human. If I could find that part of him, maybe this will be easier.

"Please?" I whisper, reaching up to place my hand on his cheek. His jaw clenches and he shoves my hand away from him.

"It's only fair, you know mine" I say quietly, looking up at him.

His eyes are far from innocent.

"Harry" He looks at me, his hardened state softening slightly.

"Harry..." I repeat his name under my breath. Looking down at my feet.

I wonder if that it's the name he had before he became lost.

"Isaac will be safe?" I look back up at him, his eyes now green again. I prefer the green so much more. It makes him look human.

"Perhaps" He nods just a bit.

But, he won't confirm it. He won't promise me.

Trust is the only thing I can do.

How do I trust a demon?

"You won't hurt me?" I look at my hands, they are shaking a little.

I've never even thought of doing something like this.

"So many things I want to do to you pretty girl, hurting you is not one of them. At least, for the moment. I've got other plans for you" He grabs my face and makes me look at him.

"Can't lie to you, angel. Killing you and bringing your pure little soul to hell is a dream I will be having later" He strokes my cheek.

"Maybe another day" His smirk is sinful. My breathing picks up, thinking about it. Going to hell.

"If you'd rather leave, there's the door" He backs away from me again. Giving me space.

I glance at the door. I think about teleporting away but I think of Isaac.

My mind races when I feel a pit in my stomach. Not of fear, but curiosity.

What is it about pleasure that everyone seems to desire?

"Reading people is a talent of mine, darling. I can see those pretty eyes swimming. Is this little angel feeling a sense of curiosity?"

I want to say no to him. But I can't because he's right.

My stomach turns.

I shake my head, trying to push away the feeling.

"I'm doing this to protect Isaac" I whisper, more to myself than him.

I hate it, I hate the feeling inside of me. I don't want to be curious about anything.

Never once, in my millenia have I thought about unnatural desires.

"Isn't lying a sin?" He's mocking me, I can see it.

Nothing has happened and already I feel disgraced as an angel. Thoughts I shouldn't be having are creeping into my mind and I don't know what to do.

"I-I'm not lying" I try to stand my ground, but my brain is crumbling. In his eyes, I can see the joy. I see how much he loves watching me have a moral crisis.

"Can you feel it, angel? The heat starting to burn between those cute little thighs?" He wonders, his hand sliding into my hair and pulling my face close to his.

At the mention of it, I instinctively tighten my legs together. I don't know what it is, this feeling. I don't want to feel it but I can't help it.

With each inch that he moves closer, it burns even more.

"Come on, I have a place a little more comfortable" He brushes my lips with his own, and my stomach flutters.

"Although, bending you over that chair and fucking your brains out would be very fun"

My whole body burns at his incredibly dirty words.

He smiles and grabs my hand.

In a flash, we appear in a bigger room. Against the wall is a cleanly made bed.

"Where are we?" I ask, looking around the room. The window is boarded up, preventing me from looking outside.

"Don't worry about it, darling" He says, a devilish smirk on his face.

He reaches next to my head, flicking the light on.

I try not think about the fact we could be in someone's house, what may have happened to them.

"You're so tiny" He chuckles and pushes me against the wall.

"So fucking pretty" His fingers run along my face, stopping at my lips for a brief moment before he continues down my neck.

I'm nervous, my knees feeling weak.

I'm about to throw away every rule an angel has.

But my stomach tingles when I think about his lips brushing mine.

Desire fills my consciousness and I'm scared.

I want him to do it again.

"Nervous?" He asked, pushing some of my hair behind my ear and then cupping my cheek.

He leans in, lightly pressing his lips to mine again.

The sensation of it makes me want to pull him closer.

I pull back from him, looking into his eyes.

I have no idea what I'm doing.

"I-I don't know what to do" I whisper, shyly glancing at his lips and then back at him. He smiles.

"How about-" He's so close to me, I'm getting dizzy.

"You kiss me, pretty girl?"

Our lips were almost touching. I've never been this close to someone in my entire life time.

Hesitantly, I copy him and place a hand on his cheek. Hoping he doesn't push me away again.

I look at his lips and then his eyes. I lean up towards him and close the small gap between our lips.

It lights my body up in a way I can't describe. I still haven't got a clue to what I'm doing but I try to follow his lead. I move my lips with his and I wonder if what I'm feeling is pleasure.

It doesn't feel bad. It doesn't hurt. It just makes me weak.

His hand moves slowly down my body until he reaches my thigh. He lifts it up against his hip, pulling me off the ground.

"Lift your other leg for me, baby" He mumbles and I listen to him, lifting up my other leg.

Roughly, he pushes his mouth against mine. One of his hands is holding my leg and the other slides to the back of my neck.

I find myself wrapping my hands around his neck, pulling him closer to me. The taste of him sweeter than anything I've ever tried.

He pushes his tongue into my mouth, his grip on me getting tighter with every moment.

I can't do anything about it, but an unfamiliar sound vibrates through me.

His tongue is even sweeter than his lips and I hate it. I hate how good it feels.

I can't understand why I'm feeling like this, how can something so dark make me feel so alive?

My body betrays my mind, it's craving. Desired to be touched, to soothe the ache between my legs.

My toes curl when he slides his hand under the fabric of my dress, pushing it up higher than it already is.

"I bet that cunt tastes like heaven" He pulled his lips back from me, and all I want to do is bring him back. He kisses down my neck, his prickly stubble tickling my skin.

I can't help but giggle at the feeling of it.

He pulls back to look at me.

"What are you giggling about?" He has an amused expression on his face.

My face heats up and I look away from him.

I still don't know what I'm doing.

"It tickles" I whisper and he smiles a little bit.

"Does it feel good?" He leaned back in towards my neck, kissing along my skin.

I don't want to admit it to him. I don't want him to think he's winning, but he is.

It feels amazing.

"Y-Yes" I breathe deeply, leaning my head back against the wall.

His lips continue to kiss on my skin, his other hand drawing circles on my thigh.

"Such soft skin, angel. So clean and perfect" He breathes slowly, it travels down my spine and makes me shiver.

I gasp, his teeth sinking hard into my skin. It stings but something about it makes me ache even more.

"Oh...." I grab his shoulders. My body weakening even more when he begins to suck. I bite my lip, stopping myself from letting out another noise.

It's embarrassing, the things my body is doing in response to this. I don't know how to stop it.

I don't know if I want it to stop.

"It's quite annoying that I can't leave any marks on this stunning body"

I smile a bit at that, a mini victory. It's funny that's he annoyed by how fast my body regenerates.

"You think it's funny?" I open my eyes when his teeth sink into my bottom lip.

He growls, definitely annoyed.

He leans back from me slightly and with his hand that was in my hair, he brings it to his jacket.

I think for a second that he's grabbing the blade again, but instead he pulls out a bottle.

Instantly I smell it, grimacing slightly.

Holy oil.

But there's nothing holy about it. It's a weapon used against angels. It's one of the only things that can burn our skin.

It's not permanent, but it takes much longer to heal from it.

"I wonder what would happen if I put some of this on my lips?" My eyes widen at his suggestion and he smirks.

"I like to leave my mark, darling. Have to make you remember me somehow" I watch as he opens the flask and brings it to his mouth, coating his lips and tongue. He shoves the flask back into his jacket and leans towards me.

I try to lean back from him but the wall stops me.

Just barely his lips brush over my jaw, the oil stinging my skin. I run my hands into his hair and grip it tightly, trying to pull him back.

"Harry!" I cry out when his teeth clamp down on my neck again.

This time, it burns.

The oil coating his mouth burns my flesh and I yank on his hair, trying to pull him back.

It's so unfamiliar, holy oil burns. It hurts, it's not pleasant.

But I feel pleasure and I can't comprehend how he makes it feel like this.

"Hm, that's better" He whispers in my ear, his lips coming back to mine.

Most of the oil had dissipated from his mouth, but there was a trace left.

I can feel the little needles of it against my lips.

But when he kisses me, I kiss him back eagerly. Ignoring the slight burn of it. He still tastes so good.

I'm horrified by the pleasure in my body.

I shouldn't have enjoyed it, but the feeling of his lips mixed with the burning did something to me that I can't explain.

"Would love to leave some marks all over this body, baby" He leans back into my neck, his tongue licking over the burn he created.

I fight against the sound that bubbles in my throat, still in disbelief that my body is twisting in pleasure.

My legs tighten against him, I desperately wanted to close them.

There was an ache, pulsing between my legs that I can't control. His hand that rested on my thigh made it even worse. He pushes my dress up higher and his hand comes down to my other thigh. His eyes still locked on me.

"You can't hide your desire from me, (Y/N). Those pretty little moans tell me exactly what you're feeling" He brushes my lips, his hands moving towards my inner thighs.

My breathing picks up and I look down at his hands.

My dress is pushed as far as it can go, and I know he can see my under garments.

It makes my face warm up, because he can feel the heat that's coming from them.

"Maybe I'll leave some marks on these thighs" He squeezes his hands, his lips kissing down my throat and towards my collarbone.

This time, I'm unable to keep the sound from coming out.

It's the thought of what it might feel like, his lips between my thighs coated in oil. It stings, but he makes it feel so good.

I don't know why I enjoy it. I can't even begin to think about how I'm enjoying any of this.

"You like that sound of that, baby?" He pulls back and smirks.

I shake my head, I don't want to admit it.

"Remember, angel, lying is a sin" He chuckled and moved his hands higher on the inner parts of my legs.

"You don't see me lying to you" He grabs my face with one of his hands.

"I'm going to bring you over to that bed and fuck that sweet little innocence out of you" He forces me to look at him while he says it. I bring my hands to my face, hiding from him.

I couldn't help but think about it, trying to imagine what it would possibly feel like.

"Now tell me, sweetheart, do you want me to touch you?" He rubs my thigh gently and smiles at me.

"Soothe the ache I know you're feeling" He chuckles a little bit, but I'm still covering my face. It's so warm, I feel embarrassed.

"Trying so hard to hide it from me.." He grabs my wrists and pulls them away from my face.

"Am I right, angel?"

I can't explain the emotions he's making me feel. I feel weak at how easily he sucked me into temptation but I wanted more of him.

Angels are strong, but how can I even call myself that?

I didn't put up a fight. I gave into him so quickly.

I am weak.

I pull my hands from his and bring them to his face. His skin is warm, despite his nature.

I haven't gotten the chance to really look him over. I bring my thumb to his lips, copying what he had done to me. I trace his lips, my eyes trained on them.

I can feel his stare, watching me intently.

I don't say anything to him, my voice is caught in my throat. Instead, I gently pull him to my lips. For just a moment, it's almost soft.

But quickly, he pushes his tongue into my mouth but I don't mind. It tastes sweet, like a candy.

"My little angel, you might want to ask your father to look away because I'm about to do some very bad things to you" He whispers against my lips.

He pulls us both away from the wall and grabs my hips, planting my feet back on the ground.

"So, modest" He hums and looks me up and down. I look down at what I'm wearing. A simple white dress that reached my knees. I think it's pretty. I've always loved white.

He tightens his grip on my waist and backs up until his legs reach the end of the bed. He sits on the edge of it, making us eye level to eachother.

"How about we take this off?" He slides his hands from waist up to the back of my dress.

I bite my lip, nodding at him a little.

Angels, when on earth, have a human form. It helps us blend in. It also helps us understand humans more. We don't have to worry about trivial things like sleeping, or going to the bathroom but our bodies function pretty similarly. Of course, Angels human form is much stronger than a regular human.

Harry's eyes don't leave me for a second. Hardly blinking as he pulls the zipper of my dress all the way down.

I take a deep breath. Becoming more nervous.

I've never been undressed in my life.

He slips his hand under the fabric and runs his hand up my back.

Hes so warm.

He pulls on the fabric until it falls to my ankles and suddenly I'm bare. The only thing covering me is my white under garment.

I quickly cover my chest, scared.

Hes not rough about it, but he grabs my arms and pulls them away, putting them at my sides.

"Don't be shy with me, angel. I think your body is delicious" He spreads his legs and pulls me between them. He brings his hands to the back of thighs and rubs them gently.

"So perfectly made" He bites his lip, his hands sliding higher.

I gasp when he slaps me and he laughs, his hands squeezing my behind.

"Something tells me you'd love to be bent over and whipped. I know I'd love to" He squeezes harder and I wish I could find an explanation for why it makes my body tingle so much. Not just his touch, but his words are making the heat between my legs burn.

He leans forward, his lips connecting to my skin just above my breasts. I run my hands up into his hair, lightly pulling at it.

"Been with many in my lifetime, none compare to you, angel" He squeezes the back of my thighs.

"Softest skin I've ever had the pleasure of touching" He continues with his lips on my skin, lightly biting down.

"I can only fucking imagine what it's going to feel like burying my cock in you" My legs stiffen at his words, trying to stop myself from feeling whatever it is that's raging through my stomach.

"You like it when I talk dirty to you, baby?" He pulls back and smirks at me.

"I-" I stumble on my words, trying to convince him that I don't. But my body doesn't agree. Every word, every touch makes me ache for more.

His smirk gets more wicked at my lack of words.

With a quick movement, he lifts one of my legs up onto the bed next to him, I grab his shoulders to keep myself from falling.

This position makes me feel much more vulnerable to him.

"Do you even notice how soaked you are, angel?" He laughs to himself, running his hand up my ankle until he reaches my knee.

He slows down a bit, tip toeing his fingers along my inner thigh.

He brings just the tip of his finger between my legs, pressing against where I had been dying for him touch.

"Can't wait to taste this perfect little cunt"

Just the small amount of pressure makes me buckle and I feel like I'm going to fall over. I go to pull my foot off the bed but he grabs my ankle and stops me.

"Nuh uh, honey. You're keeping your leg up for me" He warned.

"Or, I can tie you down onto the bed and have some fun with this" He pats the pocket of his jacket, referring to the oil.

My grip tightens on him.

He's hardly touched me and my body feels overwhelmed.

There's so many unfamiliar feelings swirling through me.

"Harry" I whine his name, looking at him and his sinful smirk.

"I don't play games, sweetheart. You listen to me, or you suffer the consequences" He slides his hand back up my leg, his fingers returning between my thighs.

"So sensitive, angel" He does it again, gently running his finger along me.

Instead of just once, he goes back and forth.

My leg wobbles and I try very hard to keep myself from ripping away from him.

It feels so good, I don't know how to handle it.

"Just wait until it's my tongue playing with this cute little clit" He pushes down harder and it takes all my strength to keep from falling over.

"Bet I could make you come without even taking these off"

I don't like the noises my body is making but I can't help it, I don't know how else to respond to how he's making me feel.

"Noisy little thing" He chuckles and pulls his hand away, pushing my foot off the bed and letting me plant it on the ground.

"Hm, can't get over these pretty legs" He traces his finger tips up and down the back of my thighs.

He brings his hands to my hips and hooks his fingers into my underwear.

He glances to my eyes and then begins to pull them down until they fall to my ankles.

I'm completely exposed to him now. I get nervous and close my legs tightly, trying to hide myself from him.

He stands up off the bed, suddenly much more intimidating.

"So, shy" He brings his hand to my cheek and strokes it for a moment.

"Be a good girl for me-" He taps my nose.

"Lay on the bed" He steps to the side and crosses his arms, watching me.

I listen to him and get onto the bed, laying my head on the pillows. He's still fully clothed, it feels unfair.

He stares at me for a moment before following my path and climbing onto the bed.

"Spread your legs, baby"

At the moment, they are closed tightly.

I look up at the ceiling, away from his intense eyes.

Slowly, I open them. I take a deep breath and shiver when I feel his hands on my legs.

"Such a delightful sight, angel"

I get the courage to look down at him, he's on his knees between my calfs. His hands delicately tracing my skin.

"I bet this sweet looking pussy is begging to played with" His touch is so, gentle. It's making me want more.

I can't even begin to imagine what his tongue would feel like between my legs.

I feel dirty just thinking about it.

I watch him lay down, lifting my thighs onto his shoulders.

I feel so vulnerable. I'm so nervous but I want him to touch me. My body is begging for it.

His eyes are locked on mine, his lips and teeth connecting to my thigh and making my toes curl. I don't know what to do with myself.

I shyly bring my hands down to his hair, the feeling of it soothing my nerves. I like the way his hair feels in my hands.

Without thinking, I pull on it, attempting to pull him closer between my legs.

Desperation is what I'm feeling.

He notices it right away. His eyes instantly looking up at me again.

"Is it starting to hurt, baby? Aching so bad, dripping down your thighs" I shuffle my legs, ignoring him.

I don't want him to be right. But he is, I need it.

"If you want something from me, angel-" He sinks his teeth into my flesh for a moment and then smiles.

"You've got to ask for it" He says, his face turning serious. I kick my legs in frustration, I don't want to ask him. I barely understand what's happening to me. I can't believe a demon is making me feel like this.

But in my subconscious, I'm questioning it.

Why aren't we allowed to enjoy ourselves?

Why isn't this something all creatures are allowed to experience?

He laughs at me kicking my legs, roughly gripping my thighs and stopping me from moving.

"Use your words" He kisses my thigh again, his lips going higher.

It feels like I'm on fire and the only thing that's going to cool me down is his tongue.

I don't know what to say to make him give me what I want.

"Please" I whisper, running my fingers through his hair. He smiles a bit.

"Please, what?" I get more frustrated, yanking on his hair but all it did was make him smile more. I know he's enjoying it, seeing how frustrated he can get me.

I don't want to say it out loud. I don't want to admit how badly my body is begging to be felt.

"I-I don't know what to say" I whine, trying to shuffle my legs again but he's got a tight hold on me.

"Beg me to touch you, angel, and maybe I will" He sucks lightly on my thigh.

"Or I could leave some pretty marks on your thighs" He bites down harder.

More unfamiliar sounds leave my throat, his teeth in my flesh stinging just slightly but I like it. I hate it. I hate all of the thoughts running through my head. All of them about him. His dirty words on what he wants to do with me. I don't understand it, but I want to.

"Harry, please-" I take a deep, shaky breath.

"I need you to touch me" I plead with him, hating myself for giving him the satisfaction of exactly what he wanted to hear.

"Such a good girl" He whispers, kissing even higher up my inner thigh. I watch him closely, noticing his hand letting go of my thigh and coming inbetween my legs as well.

"Is this what you want? Hm?" My whole body shudders when his fingers run along me. It's already an overwhelming sensation.

"You're so wet, baby. Smell like heaven" He breathes against my flesh and I try to move my hips closer to him. He chuckles and moves his other hand that had been holding thigh, up to my stomach and locking his arm around me tightly. Preventing me from moving.

Very much unvoluntarily, I squeal when I feel his tongue and he laughs, the sound vibrating against me.

It feels so good.

His tongue moves slowly and I try hard to kick my legs because I don't know what else to do. But his grip tightens.

"Harry" I go to pulling his hair instead, but it doesn't phase him. Every little movement of his tongue makes me moan. I can't control it. I hate it.

It truly is pleasure I've never dreamed about before.

He focuses in on the most sensitive part, my vision going blurry. I cry out, yanking on his hair with all my strength and he doesn't flinch. He continues to suck on my flesh until I'm a mess. I can't even think straight.

It's almost a relief when he pulls away for moment, but something in me wants to push him back.

"Tastes like honey, angel. Can't get enough"

This time it feels like his mouth completely engulfs me and I cry out even louder.

The pleasure, is incredible.

I've never felt this before in the millennia I've been alive.

My stomach is tightening to a point that I can't handle. It's the most intense thing I've ever felt.

I try to breath but every flick of his tongue takes my breath away.

"H-Harry" I try to pull him away, an unfamiliar knot in my stomach and all I want is relief. I can hardly breathe.

"P-Please" I whimper, feeling like I'm going to burst. He's got such a tight hold on me, I can't move. All I can do it pull on his hair and make noise.

Which he seems to love.

His mouth and tongue make me feel like I'm floating, I can't describe it.

I don't understand it, how is he doing this?

Why does it feel so good?

"W-What is happen-" My body trembles and my thighs are shaking.

I'm struggling so much but he just holds me in place and continues to torture me with his tongue.

I close my eyes tightly, my back arching off the bed as my entire body tenses, lightly shaking as he doesn't stop his rhythmic movements.

It's so intense. The unexplainable feeling rips through me and his tongue doesn't stop. Not until my body relaxes a bit, and I'm panting. I try to catch my breath but my mind is so scattered, I can't get myself to breathe regularly.

"So fucking sweet, my little angel. Could eat this delicious cunt for days" I open my eyes, watching as he takes my thighs off his shoulders and gets onto his knees.

"Soaked the sheets, darling" He chuckles and places either hand on the top of my thighs.

I'm still trying to catch my breath, at a loss for words from the experience I just had. He rubs my thighs gently and looks down at me.

"That's what happens when you feel good, baby" He's still rubbing my thighs, helping me to calm down and relax my breathing. I attempt to close my legs a little bit, embarrassed at the mess I created on the bed.

He pins them down, pushing them further apart.

"Don't close your legs, I'm not finished" He warned, a hard grip on my thighs.

He holds down one and then brings his other hand between my legs.

I flinch when his fingers trace along my inner thigh, my body is still incredibly sensitive.

"Made you come so much, baby. Taste so good" He brushes over my nerves for just a second, making my body jolt. He smiles and brings his hand to his mouth, licking his fingers.

"I bet you're so fucking tight" His hand comes between my legs again but before he can touch me I reach down with both my hands and grab his.

He laughs at me and grabs both my wrists, he leans over me and then pins them to the bed.

"What?" He leans his face closer to me.

"Is your pussy too sensitive for me to play with?" He smirks and lifts my hands above my head, pinning them both down with just one of his.

"You think it's intense now, honey?" He uses his knee to spread my legs further apart then they already are.

"Can't wait until you feel me filling you up" He holds my hands tightly and slowly traces his fingers down my body.

His hand sneaks between my legs again and I whimper.

I groan when he pinches me lightly, a jolt of pleasure shooting into my stomach. I'm so sensitive, I hate it.

"You've got such a sensitive little clit, baby. Makes me wanna suck it until you squirt" His fingers lowers slightly and he makes little circles. I struggle in his hold, moaning more.

"Harry-" I gasp when his finger sinks into me.

"So soft" He hums. I look up at him, struggling again in his grasp. It feels really good, his finger slowly sinking into me. It's a different sensation and it amazes me. How can he make me feel like this in so many different ways?

He pulls his finger back, almost all the way before roughly pushing his finger back into me.

I groan, the pleasure coming from even deeper than when he was using his tongue.

"Does it feel good, baby?" He leans down and bites my lip.

I choke on my words when I feel him pushing a second finger into me, my toes curl in response to the pressure. My breath taken away.

"I wonder how I'm going to fit my cock in this tight little cunt, angel" I don't know what to say. His dirty words, I hated them. I hate inappropriate language of any kind but for some reason, I don't want him to stop. I like the sound of his voice.

"As much as I'd love to make you come on my fingers-" He pushes his fingers in and out of me a few more times before pulling them away.

"Wait-" I quickly bite my lip, not meaning to say anything out loud. But I liked the feeling, I didn't want him to pull away.

He smirks and brings his fingers to his lips, sucking on them.

"Don't worry, angel. Not even close to being done with you" He gets off of me and then off the bed.

I sit up and watch as he unbuttons the single button holding his suit jacket. I get up as well and crawl to the edge where he is. I get on my knees and watch him pull it off and set it on the ground. I reach out and grab his hands before he can start unbuttoning the long sleeve shirt he had on.

I pull him right up against the bed, with me on my knees we are about the same height.

Part of me just wanted to admire him. His features were perfect.

His eyes were my favorite. But only the green. I didn't like it when they'd go black.

I bring my hands to the buttons and slowly begin to undo them. His eyes are watching me closely.

I can't help but smile when I get a peak of his skin. I can already see streaks of ink.

I've seen quite a few people on Earth with beautiful designs on their skin.

I undo the last button and pull the rest of the shirt from his pants.

I pull the shirt off of him and let it fall to the floor.

Without asking, or really thinking, my hand comes to the design on his stomach. I trace it and smile even more. It resembled a butterfly and I wonder what it means to him.

Is it ties to the soul he may have had at some point?

I wish I could ask him, I could look, by holding his hand but he'd know it. He'd never let me.

I admire him for a few more moments, his body is breathtaking.

"I like these" I say softly, poking his stomach.

"Thank you, angel" It's the only genuine thing I've heard him say since we met.

The tone of his voice makes my stomach flutter.

I look down at my hands, trying to ignore his eyes when my hands reach his pants.

I bite my lip and take a deep breath.

I'm so nervous at my lack of experience. I can't imagine the amount of times he's done this.

I undo the button and bite my lip harder, unzipping them and pulling them until they also fell to the floor. He steps out of them, still allowing me to take my time. Which I'm grateful for.

I have no idea what I'm doing.

My fingers trace along the edge of the final peice of clothing on him. I also trace my fingers over the designs he has on his hips.

I think any form of art is beautiful. Some angels might disagree, but I do truly love art. And the ink humans put onto their skin, is an art form for them. I think that's amazing.

"Curious little thing" I glance up at him, my face heating up. I can't help it, I've never been this close to anyone.

"Sorry" I whisper, looking down at my hands again. I take a deep breath, copying what he had done to me earlier. I hook my fingers into his underwear and begin to pull them down. I pull them down as far as I can reach in my position. He steps out of them and I quickly look up at his face. He smirks, noticing I avoid looking between his legs.

He brings his hand up my back and slides his hand into my hair.

"Give me your hand" He said, not giving me much time to respond. Instead, he reached out with his free hand and grabbed mine.

My face goes even more red when he wraps my hand around him. It's hard. I can't bring myself to look, I'm so nervous.

"Look what you do to me, angel" He grips my hair and makes me look down. His hand is still on mine, guiding it along his length. I can feel it get even harder as I touch him.

He keeps his hand on mine for just a few more seconds, before pulling it away.

"Just like that, pretty girl" I bite my lip and continue to move my hand in the motion he showed me.

"Do you know why it's hard like that, angel?" I shake my head, unable to move my eyes now. I feel like I'm in a trance.

"All because of you" He pulls my head back so I'll look at him.

"You like stroking my cock, baby?" He smirks.

"Hm, I bet this little angel would be a perfect little cum slut. So obedient" I squeeze my hand around the tip, just a little bit of liquid oozing from it.

"How about, you do me a favour, sweetheart-" He backed up a little, roughly pulling me with him and off the bed. I fall onto the ground in front of him on my knees.

"Hm, the thought of fucking your throat just makes me even harder, angel" I look up at him, the look in his eye is wicked.

"But I want to fuck you, more than I want to do anything else. So, be a good girl for me and use this sweet looking mouth to coat my cock" He smiles down at me.

"I-I don't know what to do" I say shyly, bringing my hand to wrap around him again.

So many emotions are running through me.

"Spit on it" He instructs, pulling my face closer. I grip my hand tighter around him and push myself up higher on my knees. I glance up at him, his eyes not blinking for even a moment.

I look back down, trying to block out the fear. I don't want to mess it up. I want him to feel like I did. But I don't even know if I have the capability to do it.

I collect saliva into my mouth and then listen to his instruction, spitting on him.

"Now-" Before he tells me what to do, I use my hand to spread as much of it as I can down his length.

I've seen a world of art, with naked figures from the past. I never recognized it in a sexual way, but Harry's size is much larger than a lot of the art I've seen.

It makes my stomach flutter, wondering how this is possibly going to fit inside of me.

"You're such a good girl, angel" His tone is soft and it makes my body heat up. I like his praises. He moves his hand from my hair and brings it to my cheek, brushing it gently with his finger tips.

"Open your mouth for me" He says, his fingers touching my lips.

I listen to him and open my mouth. He places his hand on top of mine and guides himself towards my lips.

I lean forward, taking in whatever I can. It's not much, almost right away I choke.

He chuckles a little bit and I meet his gaze.

"Taking a lot in me not to shove my cock as far down your throat as I can get it" The look in his eye darkens slightly.

He pushes me, but not too much, but I choke and pull myself off of him. Saliva already dripping from my mouth.

"Hm, that's enough for now. Just wanted to get a little taste" He reaches down and grabs me, lifting me to my feet.

He pushes me onto the bed, my legs hanging over the edge.

"So many fucking things I want to do to this pretty body, angel" He places his hands on my thighs and shoves them apart before sliding them underneath my thighs and lifting them from the bed.

I wiggle around, realizing I have no control over this position. My bottom half is completely lifted from the bed.

He pulls me closer to the edge and I watch as he holds me up with one hand and the other wraps around his phallus.

My stomach tightens when his tip brushes against me.

"Tell me, angel. I want to hear you say how bad you want me to bury my cock inside of you" He looks down at me, his face is serious.

"I want it, Harry" I whisper, trying to move my hips closer. His serious expression turns into a smirk.

"Ask me to fuck you, baby" He says, watching as I struggle to try and pull him closer.

"But-" He cuts me off and digs his nails harshly into my skin.

"Do you want me to fuck you?" He asked, I look at him and nod shyly.

"Then say it" He snaps.

I've never used crude language, ever and my brain still can't understand why my body responds in pleasure to Harry's filthy words.

But I wanted him, something deep inside of me is craving to know what it's going to feel like.

"H-Harry, I-I want you to-" My face burns as I get flustered, trying to get the words out.

"I-I want you to fuck me" I'm almost in disbelief that I say it out loud. But Harry's devilish smirk grows wider.

"Such a good little angel" He hums quietly and then pushes against me.

I watch as he fixes his gaze directly into my eyes and slowly guides himself into me.

I can't describe it, how it feels. It's extremely intense.

But the way he pushes through my flesh is already making my vision go blurry.

I try to tighten my legs around him, so I can pull him closer. He stops me, roughly gripping both of my thighs.

Hes made sure he's in control.

"So soft, angel. Is this what heaven feels like?" I groan when he pulls almost out of me and then roughly drives into me while pulling me towards him at the same time.

I close my eyes, my hands holding the blanket underneath me tightly.

"Fuck" He breathes, quickly finding a pace that's making my eyes roll back. The pressure is unbelievably pleasureful. I don't know what to do with myself, I can't do anything. He has all of the power.

Every thrust of his hips gets harder and harder.

"Harry" I cry out his name, struggling in his hold. It feels so good.

Every moral I've held dear to me, is gone.

I'm finally able to catch my breath when he drops me back onto the bed, pulling out of me.

Every breath I take is shaky, my hands in fists as I try to calm myself.

"Sounds like someone enjoys getting fucked" I open my eyes and he's already starring at me.

"Hm, princess? Do like getting fucked?" I attempt to take a deep breath. I bite my lip and nod.

"Get up on the bed more" He instructs. I take another breath and then listen to him, pushing myself back onto the bed.

He followed me, grabbing me and without any effort, flips me onto my stomach.

"Now stick that pretty ass up for me, angel" Before I can respond, he grabs my hips and lifts me onto my knees. He pushes them apart, and his hands slide up my thighs until his fingers reached sensitive flesh.

My knees go weak when he rubs back and forth, I bury my face into the pillows on the bed. I grab ahold of one and hold onto it tightly.

"Harry!" I cry out his name when he pushes into me again without any warning.

"Yeah, angel? Does it feel good?" I whimper in response to him.

"Hm? I want an answer" He holds my hips tightly, thrusting into me at an overwhelming pace. I can barely breathe, let alone speak. He seemed to be getting even further inside me with this position.

I cry out when he slaps my butt, obviously getting impatient with my lack of words.

"I-It feels really good" I try to say it loud enough so he can hear me but I can't speak. My senses are completely over taken by pleasure.

"That's all I want to hear, angel. Those sweet little cries of pleasure" He slaps me again, but a bit lighter this time. It stings, but every part of it just adds to the knot forming in my stomach.

I'm a mess, if Harry wasn't holding my hips, I wouldn't be able to keep myself up.

I never understood humans who were driven by sex. Like it's a need. I never could have imagined that it would feel like this.

I feel Harry's fingers coming into my hair. He wraps it around his hand and then harshly yanks me up. I groan, feeling incredibly weak.

"Never would have thought an angel would be such a slut for cock" He wrapped his arm around my stomach and pulled my head back against his shoulder.

His thrusting decreases dramatically, but he's so deep inside of me and every little movement he makes sends pleasure through to my toes.

If he gets any deeper I feel like I might burst like a balloon.

He gently bites down against my shoulder, sucking on my skin while his hand that had been wrapped around my stomach, starts to lower.

I whine, knowing exactly what he's about to do and with both hands I grab his arm. I'm so sensitive, if he touches me, I definitely will burst from everything I'm feeling.

"Harry" I beg, trying to pull his hand away but he doesn't budge.

"You can handle it, angel" He whispers in my ear, his fingers once again touching me. But with him buried in me, the pleasure is immense.

"Harry, I-I can't" I whimper more, my nails clawing at his arm to try and pull him away.

I already feel so weak, I don't know how much more my body can take.

He ignored my weak little crys and moved his fingers in quick circles.

The knot in my stomach is so much tighter than when he used his tongue on me.

He rocked me against him and with that bit of movement, I can feel my body tensing.

"Nuh, uh, baby. You aren't coming yet" He pushed me off of him, pulling his hand away and out of me. I fall onto the bed and before I can do anything, he grabs me and turns me over.

He pushes my legs apart and gets on top of me.

He places a hand next to my head to hold himself up. Shyly, I reach my hands out to his face. I touch his cheeks for a moment before sliding my hands to his shoulders. He's so broad. I get distracted by the birds on his chest, tracing them each individually. I can't help but smile, they are very nice.

I glance up at him and bite my lip.

"Sorry, I just like these a lot" I whisper. He lifts my leg up against his hip and then leans down close to me. It's something I realize that I really like doing. I like kissing him.

I lift my other leg up against him, my hands coming back to hair and pulling him closer to me, connecting our lips.

He pulled back after a moment and with his free hand, brought it down my chest.

I jump a little when a shock of pleasure runs through me, his fingers lightly pulling on my nipple. He lowers his hand down and I watch as he wraps his hand around himself. He strokes along his length and then rubs the tip against me.

"Can't wait to fill with my cum, angel" He drives into me hard, my back arching from the bed at the feeling. My nails digging into the back of his neck.

Out of the positions he's had me in, I liked this one the best. He's warm.

He isn't gentle, but I enjoyed our closeness.

"Such a pretty little angel, now my own little slut" He whispered, leaning close to me again and brushing my lips. He doesn't kiss me, instead he moves his lips down my jaw.

I pull on his hair, moaning. I look between our bodies, watching as he pulls out just to plunge back into me.

I gently pull his hair again, guiding his lips back up to mine. I wanted to taste them again. I hold onto his cheeks, both of our moans being muffled by our kiss.

It's much messier, our tongues swirling together and making the pleasure even stronger. I hold him against my lips, refusing to let him pull them away from me.

He let's me do it for just a little longer before roughly grabbing my arms and pinning them to the bed.

He bites my lip before moving to my neck again.

He begins to quicken his pace again, sending me down a spiral of pleasure I could never imagine. Every second of it is...bliss.

I don't have to think, I just take in every feeling of it and it's incredible.

"You feel that, angel? Those little walls of your clenching against my cock?" He groans against my neck, teeth sinking into my neck.

He sucks on my skin again, before moving his lips up to my ear.

"Softest cunt I've ever fucked" He whispers before pushing himself up onto his knees and grabbing my hips.

My mind goes numb when he drives into me harder than he has all night. I'm crying in pleasure, my hands grabbing at his hands again.

It's so extreme, pleasure consuming every fibre of my being.

"Harry" I moan, the familiar feeling of my body tensing up.

"Is this sweet little angel about to come all over my cock?" His thrusts become more sloppy, but my mind is somewhere else.

I've never felt like this before.

It's pure bliss and I can't comprehend it.

It rips through me like tidal waves and I cry out his name repetitively as it washes over me.

"Fuck, fuck, angel" He swears under his breath, pushing himself as deep into me as he could possibly get and holding my hips tight. He doesn't pull out this time, he stops his thrusts suddenly.

I feel the release, my body still tightening around him.

"Sweet little pussy is taking every last drop from me, angel" He takes a breath, looking down at me before finally pulling out.

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My mind is still reeling. Trying to comprehend everything that just happened.

I watch as Harry buttons up his shirt slowly.

What's going to happen now?

I pull on my dress, reaching behind me and pulling up the zipper.

It doesn't feel real and suddenly, I feel so unclean.

Why did I do this? How could I do this?

How could I betray everything I know?

It scares me even more because I enjoyed it.

I glance at Harry, watching as he pulled on his jacket.

He hasn't said anything. Just looking at me every once in a while as he got dressed.

I didn't know what to make of him and I hate myself for even thinking about the chance of this happening with him again.

"What's going to happen now?" I ask softly.

"What now?" Suddenly, he's mocking me.

I watch in fear as the green in his eyes quickly disappears into black.

"Oh, darling" He shakes his head, laughing at me.

"You really are, so naive" I back away from him, fear filling my stomach. What's happening?

"You thought you could trust me? A demon?" He steps towards me, an evil smile on his face.

"Did you truly think you were anything but a toy for me to play with?" He follows my footsteps, but I'm stopped by the wall.

"God, it was so easy manipulating you" He scoffed, standing right in front of me.

I try to will myself away but nothing happens and he chuckles even more.

His eyes seem even darker than before.

I'm so confused, I tear up, looking at him. But his expression is unphased.

He pulls the blade from his jacket and points it at me.

"I'm just doing my job, sweetheart" He reaches down and roughly grabs my left hand and turns it face up.

"No, please don't" I cry, tears falling down my cheeks.

I'm trying to will up any power I can, but it's blocked and I don't know how.

"So stupid, I never needed you to get the boy" He snaps.

He brings the blade to my palm and traces it. I fight him, as hard as I can. I know what he's doing.

Only angels know of this curse.

I've only heard whispers of it, whispers of some of the punishments angels face when they stray.

It's knowledge a demon shouldn't have.

I do everything I can, but his strength is no match.

I cry out in pain as he carves into my hand and then, everything goes dark.

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Will be posting another spicy one-shot soon!

I've been editing it, it's Demon Harry 😈

Originally posted on my wattpad a few years ago but I have edited it completely!

[IMO, it's MUCH better]

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The Underground • Part 3 [Final]

Warning

Sexual themes

Word count - Part 3 - 8.2k

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"I'm going to grab some things" He taps my cheek lightly and then turns around. I watch him walk to a large wardrobe across the room.

He opens it and on either side of the door is an assortment of different kind of restraints.

From head to toe he is stunning.

His shoulders are broad and it's clear that he works out.

Everything about him is clean and neat. He's so masculine, but there's a touch of femininity to him in the way he does his makeup and has his nails painted. He's perfect.

If I even joke about painting my husband's nails or putting some lip gloss on him, he freaks out like it's so unnatural for him to do something like that.

He's childish. Unaware of the age we live in.

You can still be a tough guy and enjoy makeup, it doesn't make you any less masculine. If anything, it just shows how secure you are.

I see that in this man, in Harry. How secure he is with himself.

I would die for a man like that in my life.

My trance is broken by Harry closing the wardrobe.

He turns to me, in his hands are what look like handcuffs, with silver chain attached, a leather blindfold and a rod with one end being feathers and the other being a tassel of leather.

"Is this okay with you, princess?" He comes up to me and sets the items on the bed next to me.

I pick up the thing I don't recognize, I run my hand through the tassel. I have a pretty good idea of what it's used for, I'm not completely oblivious.

I set it back on the bed and then I pick up the cuffs and inspect them. They are thick leather and the inside of them are fluffy.

I've never been handcuffed before.

"If it's not, tell me" He grabs my chin and makes me look up at him.

I bite my lip and give the cuffs to him. I hold out my hands to him.

He runs his fingers through my hair and then opens the cuffs.

I watch his face as he focuses on tightening them around my wrists. He glances at me and smiles.

He wraps the small chain around his hand and pulls me forward. He leans down and kisses me. It's soft and wet, his tongue touching my lips every so often into it.

"There are many, many things I want to do to you, my darling"

He stands upright and drops the chain.

"Shuffle up on the bed for me" He says, his tone more commanding.

I listen to him and shuffle my way up the bed. The only thing on the bed was a dark red sheet.

He followed me, crawling onto the bed. He reached out and grabbed my leg, roughly pulling me down and underneath him.

I squeal a little and he laughs, kissing me.

God, does it feel good.

This man barely knows me, yet the appreciation he showed me was something I've never seen. Whether he did it to everyone or not, it still felt nice.

He pushed my cuffed hands over my head and held them there.

"Hm, I am going to blindfold you. Is that alright, sweetheart?" He kissed along my cheek to my ear.

"Not being able to see can be a little daunting, but I promise you, my love, that it makes everything I do to you, feel incredible" He pushed himself up and straddled my thighs. He reached back a bit and grabbed the strip of leather.

"Okay" I nod at him, I'm nervous. I can feel my heart pounding.

But I'm so excited. Every word, every touch that comes from him makes my stomach flutter.

"Are you nervous?" He wonders, he reaches his hand down and cups my cheek.

"A little, but I want to do it" He traces my cheek and smiles.

"Perfectly normal to be nervous, sunshine. I'll do whatever I can to make you comfortable and feel good"

He looks at me for a moment before bringing the blindfold to my eyes and fastening it tightly around my head.

"There's something about women that I can't get enough of" He says, his fingers running over my lips and down my neck.

"I'm a lover of all, but pleasing a woman such as you, my sweet Mars, is something I will never get tired of" He gets off of me and I shudder from the sudden coolness.

"Spread your legs" He orders.

I listen to him and open them. By the sound of his voice, I guess that he's at the end of the bed.

"Such a shame that you haven't been appreciated, baby" He climbs back onto the bed. He comes between my legs and I can tell he's on his knees.

"I want to play a game" He says.

I feel the tassel he brought out, being run over my stomach.

"The quiet game. I'm sure it's a game you'd be good at, considering how pathetic your husband sounds"

I bite my lip, the vulnerability of the situation, hitting me. I can't move and I can't see him. I don't know at all what he's going to do.

"Don't worry, my love, it's a simple game. All you have to do is be quiet. No matter what I do, don't make a sound. Unless, it's a safe word or anything concerning your level of comfort"

"Would you like to play?" He asks.

I shuffle a little and pull at the restraints. I'm not familiar with the state I'm in. It's nerve racking and so fucking hot at the same time.

"What happens if I make a sound?"

I jump a little when I feel a light sting against my thigh, it's not too hard but it's enough to make my skin warm up.

It's a weird sensation. Everything feels heightened.

He rubs where he hit me. I don't say anything. Not yellow, or red. I enjoyed it, the sensation. I wish I could see his face.

"And, I stop what I'm doing"

On the other end of the tassel, is a little bunch of feathers. I feel it as he runs it along my pelvis.

"I thought you wanted to prove you could make me come with your tongue?" I ask.

He chuckles and roughly lifts my legs, bending them and spreading them wider.

"Is that a hint of brattiness, Mars?"

I jump again when I feel the little strips of leather meeting my skin on the inside of my thigh. A much more sensitive area. My toes curl at the sting of it. But it's not painful, not in the sense of where I want him to stop.

"I don't need to prove anything, darling. I know what I'm capable of"

He's between my legs, his hand sliding up until it's around my throat and he's on top of me.

"Would you like to know what I do to people who question me?" His lips are at my ear and my breathing gets heavier.

He tightens his grip on my throat, not much but enough to feel it.

"Maybe" I feel the adrenaline kicking in, my confidence coming through.

He laughs, but it's quiet and controlled.

"Hm, I like you" He pushes himself back up.

"Quiet time starts now, princess" He hums to himself, his hands running up and down and the inside of my thighs.

"How good do you think my tongue is going to feel compared to how you dreamed about it, sweetheart?" He lifts my hips up until my ass his aginast his chest.

Throughout our relationship, my husband has gone down on me twice. I didn't hate him for it, but the only thing he enjoyed was penetration or me sucking his dick.

I never really got anything from it. I'm always left disappointed or unsatisfied.

It seems crazy, before we got married our sex life wasn't bad. It still wasn't the greatest, but it was something I could deal with.

Without any kind of warning, I feel it. I feel the warmth of his tongue.

It's a craving I've been wanting for so long, finally being fulfilled and for that split moment, I forget about his little game.

I moan, my body tensing at the pleasure the runs through me. As quickly as the pleasure came, it went away.

"I didn't think you'd give up that quick, sunshine" He kisses up my thigh, biting down a few times.

He drops my hips down onto the bed and I can't help but whine.

He chuckles at me, he rubs my thigh for a moment and goes quiet. In the next moment, I hear the little whoosh of the whip and feel the burning sensation of it hitting my thigh.

"Harry"

I've been dying for weeks, thinking about this man. Wanting him, more than anything. I'm finally getting the opportunity and here he is teasing me. I'm not used to it, being teased and used like this.

I'm enjoying every second of it, but god, do I ever fucking want him.

Daniel, never did anything like this with me. He never took his time in teasing me, working me up.

The only thing that Daniel does is when he wants to have sex, he'll rub my back. It's like his little signal to me that he was in the mood. But that was it. I get nothing else, just some basic ass sex.

"Did I say you could speak?"

He hits my other thigh, slightly harder than the first one.

I try not to make a sound but I want to beg him, I need to feel his mouth. I need his tongue. I need it all.

I shake my head, praying to every God I can thinkof that this man will give me what I want.

"Perhaps I should be lenient with you, baby" He roughly pushes my legs apart, his hands squeezing my legs hard.

"I'm not one to reward when I feel you don't deserve it" He lifts my hips up again and my stomach flutters.

"But am I safe to assume that your deadbeat of a husband doesn't cherish this beautiful body of yours?"

He brings me back to the position I was in before, lifted up against his chest. Both of his hands wrap around the top of my thighs and grip them tightly.

"Just a warning, my love. I enjoy playing games and if in the future, you loose. That's it. You disobey me, I will do with you what I please" His tone is dark.

It makes my stomach flip, thinking about the possibilities of this man.

"My heat breaks for you, sunshine. Not knowing what real pleasure feels like, poor thing" His lips touch my thigh and my heart flutters.

"How can you stay with a man who doesn't appreciate every inch of you?" He slides his hands towards my stomach and then back to my legs.

"For now, the game is over. My beautiful Mars, I'm going to make you scream"

I can feel his breath and I tense. I need it so fucking badly.

"Please" I beg, pulling on the restraints that hold my hands.

"Please, what?" I groan when the tip of his tongue slides against me, but only for a moment.

"I need you to make me come with your tongue" I breathe out, wishing I could fucking see him. He probably looks stunning.

"It would be a privilege, darling"

He grabs my hips and pulls my back tighter against him. I couldn't even imagine what this position must look like. Him on his knees, lifting me almost upside down. My legs spread wide in the air, gravity pushing them even further apart.

Fuck, I want to see it. I want to look up in the mirror above us and watch him.

My eyes roll back when he finally connects his tongue with my clit. This time, he doesn't pull away.

It's methodical, the way his tongue moves. I spiral into a world I've never known.

Pure fucking bliss.

He knows exactly what he's doing, his tongue teasing along each side of my clit and the gliding right over it.

"H-Harry, fuck" I feel the warmth of his mouth completely take me in and my legs start shaking. With this position it's almost impossible to close them.

I didn't think I would be this sensitive, but it's overwhelming.

Roughly he grabs me, holding me tightly and controlling the movements of my hips that I can't.

"Oh, fuck" I pull on the restraints on my hands, part of me wanting to push him away and also pull him even closer.

His whole mouth sucks me in and it's an out of body experience. I've never felt so high.

My stomach is in knots, the rhythm of his tongue doesn't falter in the slightest and it feels incredible.

"D-Don't stop" I beg.

I'm flying, I'm in a dream and I don't want it to end.

With every little suck and flick of his tongue I become more and more sensitive. My hips fight against his hold but he's strong.

Holding me in place and sucking my clit like his life depends on it.

"I-Im going to come" I cry out.

It's something I haven't experienced in so long and never like this.

I struggle against his grasp and the restraints. My stomach flips and turns, it feels like it's going to explode.

And then it does, the orgasm rips through me in the best way possible. From my toes to my head.

It's one, if not the best orgasm I have ever had.

He doesn't let go, his tongue takes me through it and beyond.

"H-Harry" I can hardly get it out, my breath is lost.

He finally changes his pace, slowing down until he finally pulls back.

"I could eat this sweet pussy all night, baby" He sets me down, humming in delight. He rubs both of my thighs with his hands.

"I've been between many thighs, baby. I think these are one of my favourites"

With the tone of his voice, I want to believe him. But I can't even begin to fathom the amount of people he's slept with.

He's a lover and I can tell by his personality that he wants me to feel special in this moment. He wants me to know that I'm the only thing on his mind. Even if he doesn't mean it, I appreciate it.

He's a fucking dream.

The way he acts as if we are the only two people on the planet, the way he's taking his time with me, complimenting me.

This mysterious man is going to take over my life.

"Tell me, darling. Has your husband ever made you come like that?" His lips are on my stomach, slowly making his way up my body.

He kisses upbetween my breasts and along my collar bone.

I'm still breathing hard, my body still reeling from the orgasm.

"Hm? Can't find your voice?" His lips are at my ear.

"Did I take your breath away, love?" He whispers, when he talks lowly his voice goes so deep.

"Oh Mars, there is something about you. It's dangerous, the way I haven't stopped thinking about this sexy girl who thought she could lie to me" He chuckles and then pushes himself up.

"We are definitely going to be good friends" He strokes my cheek and traces my lips.

He loves to talk and fuck, I could listen to his voice all night. It's smooth, he never falters or stumbles.

He reaches up and pulls the chain away, my hands dropping to the bed, still above my head.

He holds my hands down with one hand and his other grips my throat.

"I'm going to fuck you until your numb" I can feel how close his lips are to mine, I can taste his breath. It's sweet and minty.

"Please, I need it" I finally say, but my breath is still shaky.

"How would you like to take me, darling?" He bites my lip for a moment.

"Rubber or no?" He wonders.

I can't fucking imagine what it would feel like to have him fill me up. I'm on birth control, much to my husband's dismay.

I did that after one of our condoms 'broke'. I never brought it up to him but I still have the suspicion that it wasn't accidental.

I haven't told him I'm on it.

Harry pulls the blind fold off of me and smiles when my eyes meet his.

"I'm on birth control.." My voice is quiet, almost shy.

"It is entirely up to you, darling. I'm going to fuck you silly no matter what" He smirked and tapped his fingers against my cheek.

"I want you to fill me up" He smirks and grips my chin.

"What a filthy thing you are" He kissed me hard, but not for long.

"I wonder if your husband is aware his wife is such a slut" I bite my lip, my body is buzzing with excitment.

His dirty words making me ache.

I'd be whatever this man wants me to be.

I'd drop to my knees without a question for him.

"A sweet little slut, all tied up for me"

He pushes himself off of me and in a quick, rough motion he flips me onto my stomach.

"So many things I want to do to this stunning body"

He straddles the back of my thighs, his hands running from my shoulders down to the curve at the bottom of my back. He repeats this a few times.

He wrapped his fingers through my hair and lightly pulled my head back, bringing his lips to my ear.

"This is just a glimpse into my world, sweetheart" He took a deep breath and pulled my hair harder.

"I can promise you that my world is not short on pleasure, something you've desperately been looking for" He kissed my jaw and then dropped my head against the bed.

"Am I right, Mars?" He runs his hands down my back slowly.

"Tell me, honey. Tell me about how your useless husband doesn't know how to fuck you, can't make you come..." He pushed his knee between my thighs and spread my legs apart.

"I haven't even had the pleasure of fucking you yet, and I've made you come twice"

He tugs on my hair lightly.

"Speak, darling. I want to hear your voice"

He bites down on the side of my jaw but quickly moves his lips down my neck.

"Hm, you smell like strawberries and sex, darling" He chuckles a little and bites down again at the base of my neck.

"What a joy it would be to mark this pretty neck"

I felt my body go weak at the feeling of his tongue making circles on my skin.

"Perhaps, one day, when you come to the realization that you'll never want to go back when I'm done with you" His voice is soft, but the confidence is his statement is clear.

"I already don't" I'm trying to speak but I feel out of breath. I feel out of my body. It's so overwhelming. It's a mix of fear and excitment.

I can't believe this is happening. I can't believe this man walked into my life.

This perfect, sculpture of a man.

Treating me like what I want, actually matters to him.

How could I ever go back from this?

This man has given me more pleasure in the last 20 minutes than my husband has in our last 2 years of marriage.

"What was that, my love?" His voice is so fucking sexy.

Fuck, I wish I could touch him. I hate that I can't, I hate that he has my hands chained.

"He'll never be able to make me feel like this" I whisper, biting down on my lip.

"Is this a confirmation that I'll have the pleasure of seeing you again?"

I turn my head a little, his lips already coming up to my own.

"I don't want to leave" I say against his lips. He smiles.

"Oh Mars, my darling.." He kissed me between words.

"We are going to have so much fun" He smiles even more.

In a quick change of pace, he pushes me down hard against the bed.

I'm on my stomach, my hands tied together over my head.

His knee is shoved between my legs.

"Can't believe this sweet slut is going to let me fill her up"

His touches and movements began to get more rough. In a swift manuver, he grabbed my hips and lifted me up.

"Get on your knees" He demands. I listen to him, getting a little more comfy on my elbows and sticking my ass out for him.

My stomach is already in knots thinking about what this is going to feel like. I know it's going to be like heaven.

"Now, my sweet girl.." I moan softly when I feel his fingers slide up my thigh and gently rub against my clit.

"I'm going to fuck you until you can't think straight"

My toes curl at the delicate pleasure he's giving me, his fingers slowly going in circles.

He does this for a few moments and then he pulls his hand away. I prop myself up a little more on my forearms and attempt to look back at him.

He reaches up and shoves my head back down onto the bed.

"Stay" He orders, his hand on the back of my head and holding it against the mattress.

"Hm? You going to listen to me?" His voice is stern. I can hear the change in it, the focus that's in his voice.

"Answer me" I groan when he slaps my ass, the harshness of it surprising me.

I turn my head a little so he can hear me.

"Yes" I whisper, submitting to him.

"Good girl" He soothes the stinging with his hand, massaging my ass.

"I am a paitent man, darling, but oh my...Something about you, Mars" I can feel him getting into a more comfortable position.

"I just want to fuck you" One of his hands grabs my hip.

My knees weaken when I feel him guiding the tip of his cock against me.

"How bad do you want it, hm?"

My body shudders when he slides his cock against me, my stomach tightens. Just thinking about what it's going to feel like, could make me come.

I can't believe how turned on I am, it's euphoria.

"I need it, Harry. Please, I need you to fuck me"

"I like hearing that sweet voice beg, my darling" He slides his cock against me once more and then finally, he guides his cock into me.

Holy fuck.

"O-Oh god" I groan, enjoying every fucking inch of him.

I haven't had a good sexual experience in a what felt like forever.

Until I met this man, Harry.

He oozes sex, wealth and perfection. He's playful and warm. He's nothing short of a dream.

"Fuck" The deepness of his voice sends butterflies through me.

My stomach tightens as he buries himself inside of me. Both of his hands tighten on my hips and he holds me against me.

"You feel like heaven, darling" He pulls my hips back until he's almost all the way out of me.

"How does it feel so far, hm?" He wondered, but I could see, without even looking at him that he had a little smirk on his face.

Without even thinking about it, I tried to sink myself back down onto him and his grip got very firm. Stopping me.

Without a warning, he pulls me back. Sinking his cock as far as he could get it and I went breathless. It felt so fucking good.

"Huh, Mars? How does my cock feel buried inside of you?" I'm still breathless and lightheaded from the pleasure twisting in my stomach.

I whimper when he roughly grabs my hair by the roots and pulls me up hard against his chest.

"I asked you a question, sweetheart" He wraps an arm around my stomach and his other that was gripping my hair, wraps around my throat.

"I said-" He thrusts his hips, making my body weak. He's already so deep, I see stars in my vision.

"How does it feel, my love?" He grabs my chin and turns my head, his teeth grazing my lip and then along my cheek.

I've never felt so vulnerable than I do right now. Every emotion is pumping through me and pleasure is the greatest. I can't even think about words.

He does it again, pushing his hips against me and the only reason I'm still up is because of the hold he has on me.

With every movement his hips make, I moan and whine. With every second I don't speak, he pulls me harder down against him.

"Grace me with your sweet voice, darling. Or I stop fucking you and you can watch me all tied up while I stroke my cock until I come" I whine again and he chuckles, the laugh is low and menacing.

"P-Please don't stop" I whisper, I go to lift my hips but he tightens his hold around my stomach and pulls me roughly back down onto him.

I moan, the feeling of his cock hitting the furthest part of me is insane. I'm completely over come with pleasure, I don't know what to do with myself.

"Oh honey, I do love that word" He loosens his grip around my stomach and begins to slide his hand down.

"As a little treat for being such a good girl, I'm going to make you come while my cock is buried in this beautiful pussy" I feel his teeth against my neck, but not long enough to leave a mark. A graze.

God I wanted more.

He was so endearing. Every single thing about him pulled you in. It was supernatural to me, the way he reeled me in.

Its not what surrounded him, it wasn't the money or just the sex. It was just, him. His entire being reels you in, he's unreal. His personality was infectious.

I'm lost in all of it. I don't know how I got here and I never want to leave.

"Oh- god" My restrained hands reach for his, but his free one grabs my throat.

"Keep them still or they go behind your back" He whispers, his fingertips tracing down my hip until reaches between my legs.

He's so methodical, focused. He knows exactly what he's going to do.

"You feel so good on my cock, baby" His fingers make contact with my clit.

I struggle with my hands, not having much room to do anything with them. I'm trying so hard not to grab him, the pleasure is intense.

"You're shaking, darling" He laughs softly.

"Are you going to come for me again?" His fingers press down harder and he rocks me against him.

I groan, my head falling against his shoulder. I ball my hands into fists, my body twitching with pleasure as an orgasm builds.

He holds onto my throat, his grip tightening as his fingers speed up. I want to wiggle my hips, remove myself from the overwhelming pleasure, but every time I move, I feel his cock inside me and everything just heightens.

"Harry" I cry, I can't help it, I yank on his wrist.

In a swift movement, I'm pushed against the bed. In the process, he pulls out of me.

His fingers remain on my clit, his chest pressed against me.

In less than a few moments, he's thrusting his hips back into me. This time, he's in a position that gives him more room to pound into me.

"Harry- Fuck-" He finds a rhythm with his hips and its rough. His fingers on my clit make my eyes roll back and I can't stop it.

My hands are pinned underneath me. I tremble under him, an orgasm rippling through my body. His rhythm doesn't slow, he continues and my mind goes numb.

I cry with the amount of pleasure I feel.

He pulls his hand from my clit and pushes himself up onto his knees. He lifts my thighs up against his hips and then grabs mine, he doesn't stop.

Relentlessly he fucks me and it's more than euphoria, it's everything. I feel so good, I feel so fucking sexy even with the mess I'm sure I've turned into with his treatment.

He's so focused on his hips that he's quiet besides a few, quiet and breathy moans.

"Fuck"

He finally pulls out of me, but I'm not given any time to breath. He gets off the bed and then grabs my leg, making me squeal as he pulled me to him and onto my back.

"Look at you all fucked, princess" He stands over me, his hands running up my thighs and then gripping them hard.

I look up at him, his hair is disheveled and he's covered in a layer of sweat.

Still, he is perfect.

He's glowing.

He lifts my hips up and teasingly guides his cock along me.

I groan and tighten my thighs around him.

"Hm, I don't know if I wanna share you, love. Want this perfectly stunning body to myself" He sinks into me slowly, holding me tight against him when he fills me up.

"Shit" He rolls my hips up and down and I'm loud again. It just feels so good.

"Such a pretty moan, baby. You can be as loud as you want" He drops my hips against the bed.

He grabs the chain that's attached to my restraints and pulls me up.

"I knew it the moment I saw you, baby" He grabs my chin and traces my lip with his thumb.

"This nervous looking thing, sitting by herself. Trying to fit in" He chuckled.

"This is a place for those who don't, a safe place for those looking for more. People like you, princess"

I wonder what it meant for him. This man who's presence just demands attention.

What is this place to him?

"People like me" He strokes my cheek and smiles at me.

He leans down and kisses me, it's so hot. His tongue is dripping like honey, It's breathtaking.

"This pretty mouth belongs to me for the night, princess" He bites my lip and then pulls back.

"I want it around my cock" He yanks on the chain and pulls me off the bed onto my knees.

His hands grips the back of my head and without a word he guides my mouth towards his cock.

I open up and try to hide my smile when his hold gets tighter and he groans.

Everything in me wants to please him, to show him what I'm capable of, but he has complete control over me.

"Fuck, Mars" He pushes himself until I gag and then pulls himself out until his tip his against my lips. I admire his cock, he's hard as rock.

His tip is glowing and I just want to suck it until it explodes.

I stick my tongue out and lick his tip.

He chuckles and pulls my head back.

"You love sucking my cock, hm?" I smile and nod at him.

"I want to suck it until you come" I say, licking my lips.

"Oh yeah?" He bit his lip and looked down at me intensely.

"Yeah" I respond, starring at him with a shy smile.

He hums and pulls me up to my feet.

"I can picture just how sexy you'd look, painted in my come" He pulls me onto my toes and brushes his lips over mine.

"Perhaps, in our next meeting" His nose brushes against mine and it's sweet.

It's a level of tenderness that I appreciate, despite the situation we are in.

"For now, my love. I want to hear those pretty little cries while I fuck you"

He shoves me onto the bed and he doesn't waste any time in sliding his hands under my thighs and lifting me up until his mouth could attach my clit.

I cried out, not expecting to feel his warm tongue again.

He slides his tongue up and down my clit for just a few moments before dropping me back down onto the bed.

"I want to tie you down to the bed and play with this pussy all night, make you come over and over again with my tongue and fingers. Maybe some other toys" He smirks down at me.

"But the thought of sending you home full of my cum-" He smirks.

"Fuck" He breathes.

"Get up" He demands, staring me down.

I quickly listen to him, struggling to get up onto my knees on the bed.

He gets on the bed and lays down.

"Sit on my cock, I want to watch my sweet girl fuck me" I shuffle my way to him and climb onto him.

He grabs one of my hips and the other wraps around the base of his cock. He helps guide himself and when he finds what he's looking for, he thrusts his hips up hard while pulling me down with the same force.

I go weak and catch my self.

Fuck, I already know how good this position is going to feel. Everything he's done so far has been fucking incredible.

I look down at him, watching as he looked at me with his bottom lip between his teeth.

I raise myself up and before I could sink back down, Harry does it for me. Pulling me down, once again, as hard as he can.

I whine, my stomach already forming knots.

As weak as I feel, I do it again, knowing that he's going to pull me back down.

He does and it feels so fucking good.

We get into a rhythm of me lifting my hips and him yanking me back down and burying himself as deep as he could.

My legs are jello as the pleasure of this position seizes them up and makes them numb.

But god, being in this position is amazing. I watch his face with every thrust, watching his seriousness falter as pleasure swims through him. The way his head goes back and his mouth opens up, low grunts and moans coming from him.

"Do you like sitting on my cock, Mars?" He stops me from lifting my hips and just rocks me back and forth for a moment.

I smile and nod, wiggling my hips in his hold.

"Look so sexy above me, baby" His smile turned into a smirk and he rolled us over, putting me beneath him.

He grabs my restrained hands and lifts them over my head and pins them down.

He pushes himself up and runs his hands threw his hair. It falls again towards his face when he looks down At me. He's gorgeous.

"Still can't believe this sexy girl hasn't been fucked properly" He runs his fingers up and down my hips. The feeling, almost ticklish.

"Never had the pleasure of having a real orgasm" He shakes his head and brings his hands up to my cheeks.

"I'm going to change that for you"

And I believe it. I don't have a doubt in my mind that this man is going to change my life.

He pushes my thighs up and then opens them wide and pushes them against the bed.

"You're so messy, darling" He let's go of one of my thighs and brings his fingers to my clit.

"Dripping all over the place" He chuckles and runs his fingers slowly up and down.

"Your husband ever manage to make you drip this much for him, baby?"

A whimper comes from me at the light pleasure. I shake my head, my hips moving against the feeling.

"Just for me?" I gasp when he pushes his finger into me, quickly adding a second.

"Sweet girl, dripping all for me"

I whine more, my hips moving to meet the movements of his fingers. It's amazing.

"I want to lick it all up for you" He pulls his fingers from me and brings them to his lips.

He bites his lip and then his eyes find mine.

He smiles.

"I don't want this time to end, darling. I want to play with you all night" He leans down and kisses along my jaw until he reaches my lips.

"I do hope that you've had fun with me, baby. Just wanted to show you what you've been missing out on" He lifts himself back up onto his knees, my legs now resting against his hips.

"I haven't felt like this in years" I say to him, I squeeze my legs around his hips and smile at him.

"I don't know how I'm ever going to have sex with him again" Harry chuckles.

"Just think about me, darling. Or better yet, get yourself out of that loveless relationship and join my world. Without fear, just pleasure" He runs his hands up my thighs and all the way up until he's hovering above me. His hands on either side of my head.

"I can change your life" He whispers against my lips and then kisses me.

How could I ever go back from this?

This night has changed my life and now I don't know what to do.

Whether I could have fixed my marriage or not, it's out the window now.

I will never not be able to think about this man. The things he has shown me, exposed me too.

I want more.

"There's a whole world out there for you, Mars" He smiles, one of his hands coming underneath my thigh and pushing it down against the bed.

His smile turns into a smirk and without a word, his cock sinks into me.

"All warmed up, taking me so easily" He teases while holding my thigh against the bed.

I groan, my vision going blurry with the unexpected pleasure and fullness.

"Fuck" He leaned over me, letting go of my leg. He held himself over me, pulling his hips away from mine and then pounding them back into me.

I looked up at him, watching as sweat dripped down his face. His once nicely made hair disheveled and hanging over his face.

I don't know what I did to deserve this gorgeous man coming into my life, but damn.

Maybe there is a God.

I want to grab him so bad, I fucking hate that I haven't been able too.

I want nothing more than to run my fingers into his hair and pull it. I just want to touch him so bad.

"You feel so good, baby" He kisses me, it's messy and hot.

The pace of his hips are sending me into a frenzy. I moan against his lips and I don't feel embarrassed about the noises that I make. I can't help it, It feels so good.

His lips and tongue against my own add to the overwhelming pleasure.

"H-Harry-" I lean my head back, closing my eyes tight and clasping my hands together above my head.

"Are you going to come with me, princess?" He grazes his teeth along my jaw and then pushes him self up onto his knees.

He firmly grabs my hips and speeds up his pace.

The pleasure is intense, everything in my body is electrified.

My thighs tremble, I can feel the orgasm clawing it's way out. It's a pleasure I can't describe.

Daniel, has never managed to make me orgasm like this. Even when our sex life was average.

This was an out of body experience kind of pleasure. It feels like I'm going to explode.

"Holy fuck" Harry's nails dig into my hips, his pace unchanging.

It's fucking heaven.

"Harry- I'm going to come" I cry out, one of his hands let's go of my hip and he reaches up to grab my throat.

"Wait" He demands, his voice is low.

"I- I can't" He doesn't let up, even with the slight change in position.

"Yes you can, sweetheart" He reassures and I groan.

I want to come so bad.

"I will tell you when you can come" He let's go of my throat when he's sure I got the message.

It's hard to control, to hold in the amount of pleasure swimming throughout my body.

I look up, looking at the way he's hunched over in the mirror above us. Watching as his cock slides in and out of me and just at the sight of it, I know there's no way I'll be able to stop myself.

"H-Harry, please" I whimper, my whole body is vibrating with pleasure and it's begging to be released.

He ignores me, pounding into me until I can't think.

"Fuck" He groans to himself, repeating the words under as his breath as he fucks me relentlessly.

He let's go of my hips and throws himself above me again.

"Come with me, Mars"

My body tenses up for a moment, the knot in my stomach reaching its breaking point and finally exploding in the most intense way.

I get so lost in my own bliss that I almost miss the look on his face as he climaxes.

But I open my eyes and see that his are closed, his mouth open a little. I watch as he enjoys the high, his body twitching in the pleasure. It's so hot to watch him come. It's a moment where he is completely vulnerable and just soaking every ounce of it up.

It's truly an unreal experience. I have never felt this before in my life.

It's a high that I desperately didn't want to come down from.

After a few moments of heavy breathing between the two of us, he pulls out of me.

He comes out of the moment and leans over me.

"That was incredible, my darling" He lightly kisses me and then gets off me and the bed.

"Come" He gestures me to go to him and I do. I sit at the edge of the bed and look up at him.

"Did you enjoy yourself?" He asks, his voice has shifted into a gentler tone.

He reaches down and grabs my restrained wrists.

"I don't like these" I say playfully, referring to the restraints.

"As in you don't like being tied up?" He asks, more serious but still soft as he began to take them off.

I shake my head.

I enjoyed being tied up. All of it, was intoxicating.

"I wanted to touch you" He smiles at that and places the restraints next to me.

He grabs my cheeks and leans down.

"Perhaps in another session, I will give you control" I smile back at him.

"You mean, like, tie you up?" I wonder, feeling excitment at the thought.

I've never really done anything like that before, but there's something about it. The thought of taking sexual control over a man. Or really anyone.

It's crazy to imagine myself in that position.

A fantasy I never thought I'd be able to explore.

He chuckled a little bit.

"If you decide to join my little world of pleasure, I want to do some exploring with you. Expose you to it before you take a full dive" He stroked my cheek and then turned around.

I watch as he walks over to his clothes.

"However, darling" He starts, pulling his boxers up his legs and turning back to face me.

"There is not much that I don't enjoy. I'm sure that I am perfectly capable of guiding you through whatever little fantasies you have. Whether it involves what you want me to do to you-" He walks back over to me, placing his hand on my jaw and then his thumb on my lips.

"Or what you want to do to me" He traces my lips for a moment and I wonder what he's thinking.

Is he picturing what I could do to him once I gain more experience?

My mind spins just thinking about it, doing things to him. Controlling him. Restraining him.

On the back of the door is a mirror. I look into it as I try zipping up my dress.

Harry notices after fixing his clothes and comes up to me, easily he zips it up.

"You shouldn't stay in a broken marriage, Mars" He's serious, his hands coming to my hips and resting there.

"It's just the beginning for you, love. You should be able to experience it freely" I sigh a bit and turn to face him.

"Are you going to marriage counsel me?" I ask. He grabbed my chin and looked at me.

"No, I'm telling you as a friend that you are clearly unhappy. Your husband doesn't even know how to please you correctly" He stated, his eyes are intense.

"I know, it's not that easy, Harry. Marriage isn't just a word. It's a contract. At least that's what this one feels like to me now. We own a home together, it's a lot more than just breaking up. It's taking down a whole world that my life is based around"

It's a weird feeling having a conversation like this with him after the situation that happened between us. But it's nice, I don't have many people who I can open up to about this.

"I'd be uprooting my entire life. I dont have much" I say after a moment of silence between us.

"Well, now you've met me, darling" His smile is warm, genuine.

"Along with some benefits, we are friends. I look out for my friends"

I didn't think this man could become anymore unreal than he already has. But there it is.

His ego is very present within his personality. He knows what he has, he knows who he is. But there's this sweetness to him. This charm that isn't fake. He's so, real.

"If I haven't made it obvious to you, Mars. I like you. I think there is much more to happen between us" He smiles.

I wish I knew what it is that he sees in me.

"You're a sweet man, Harry. Thank you" I reach up and rest my hand on his cheek.

"I don't share secrets, darling. I enjoy listening. If anything is ever on your mind, I will be here for you to open up" He kisses the palm of my hand and then steps back.

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"It was a pleasure servicing you, my love" He places his hands on my hips and backs me up against the wall.

We were now in a dim hallway, a back entrance of the club.

"How do I contact you?" I ask, he smiles.

"Don't worry about that, I have my ways" He kisses me. I couldn't get enough of how they tasted.

"Going to have to be a little more sneaky for the time being. Until you rid yourself of that useless husband" He kisses me again.

"Hm, I do very much like you, Mars" He squeezes my hips.

"And I'm quite excited to see where this friendship goes" He kisses me one last time and then steps back.

"I've got a taxi out there to take you home"

He unlocks the door with the key and opens it up for me. The quietness of the moment getting penetrated by the noise of the outside world.

God, I don't want to go. I want to stay. I feel like I could just talk to this man all night.

"We shall meet again, my sweet Mars"

I look out the door, seeing the taxi parked just up the alleyway.

"I'm not about to get kidnapped, right?" He chuckled at the remark.

"I'd have to make a different call for that" He joked, he smiled and reached out to squeeze my hand.

"With me, darling. You are safe, no matter what" He reassures. I nod and before I step out the door, I kiss his cheek.

"I barely know you and I feel like a different person since I've met you. In a good way, so thank you for that" I whisper to him.

He smiles and watches as I leave and make my way towards the taxi.

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My brain is reeling by the time the taxi reaches my house.

The reality of it all, hitting me.

I'd done something I can't take back. I've shredded every feeling I have towards my husband.

Part of me hates myself for it.

But now, I've had a taste of it. Freedom.

And fuck, I want more of it.

"Ma'am, before you go" The taxi driver caught my attention as I went to close the door.

He handed me a cellphone, but it clearly wasn't mine.

"Wait, this isnt-" Before I could finish, he drives off.

I watch as he does and then look down at the phone.

It's pristine, like it's brand new.

I turn the screen on and there's a text message.

I told you, Mars. I have my ways. H

Final Part.

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The Underground • Part 2

Warning

Sexual themes

Word count - Part 2 - 6k

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"I want to" I say softly.

"I want you to show me" I bring a hand to the back of his neck, my fingers sliding into his soft hair.

His smile is sweet.

He brings his hand to my chin and runs his thumb over my lip.

"I'm glad to hear that, darling" He continues to trace my lips.

"Got plenty of things I want to do to you" He moved his fingers from my lips and slid them down my neck.

"What's your name?" I ask, trying to keep my breath steady as he moves his fingers over my collar bone.

His eyes flickered up from my chest.

"Harry" He smiles and pushes the small strap of my dress off my shoulder.

"What made you want me?" I wonder, curious as to why I stuck out to him.

His smile turned into a smirk, he grabbed my hips and spun me around so my back was to him.

He pulled me right up against him and rested his chin on my shoulder.

He took a deep breath and slid one of his hands up my thigh. He slid it between my breasts until his hand was on my throat.

"Tell me, love. Is your husband aware of the indiscretions you're about to embark upon?"

His hand that still was on my hip, took my hand in his. He lifted it up and looked over the ring on my finger.

He kissed my shoulder and up my neck until his lips were at my ear.

"Answer me" He tightened his grip on my neck just slightly.

"N-No" I swallow hard, my nerves and excitment building.

He hummed softly and left kisses along my neck again. He dropped my hand, bringing his fingertips to the edge of my dress.

"Mars" He whispered.

"Perfect name for a goddess" He pulled my dressed up a little and drew little circles on my thighs.

"Have you ever been tied up?" He asked, he let's go of my throat and brings that hand to my thighs to join his other.

I swallow a moan, desperate to keep myself calm.

I've never been tied up, or anything. Daniel was never in to anything like that.

God, I've always wanted to try it though. Fantasizing about someone having control of me.

He slides his hand between my thighs and rubs it softly.

I shiver, and close my thighs against his hand.

"Let me make myself clear, darling" His tone is darker than before, controlling. Mad, but in a calm way.

"If I ask you a question, you're going to be the good little thing that I know you are, and you're going to answer me" He digs his nails into my skin, as well as his teeth into my neck.

My knees buckle and a sharp breath leaves my throat.

"No, I haven't" I mumbled.

"Is that something you'd like to try?" He asks, removing his hand from my thigh.

He wraps his arm around my waist and his other hand comes up to the back of my neck. He slides his fingers into my hair and grips it, lightly pulling my head back against his shoulder.

"Everything we do, princess, is up to you. I'm just here to guide you, and give you the best experience I can" I can feel the smile on his lips as he continously leaves kisses along my neck.

"Not to brag, but I'm pretty good at what I do" He pulls my skin between his teeth and sucks lightly.

"J-Just no marks" I say softly.

As good as it feels, there's no way in hell I can go home with hickies on my neck.

He chuckles a little, letting go of my skin.

"Anywhere? Or just up here?" He asks.

He let's go of my hair and trails his fingers down my throat towards my chest. He traces along the outline of my breasts.

"As in, am I allowed to leave any on those pretty thighs?"

He drops his arm to meet his other. Both of them wrapped around me and holding me against him.

I melt into the hold and the thought of his lips between my legs.

I truly wanted him to leave marks wherever he wanted.

"You can on my thighs" I agree, because the possibility of it is to great to pass up. And at least, I can hide those.

"Hm, will definitely take advantage of that. Now, let's circle back to my question before. Is being tied up something you'd like to try?"

I close my eyes and breathe for a moment. Taking in the everything I'm feeling at the moment.

I wanted to try everything. Even as daunting as some of the items in the room look.

"Y-Yes, please" I whisper, biting my lip.

"I like it when you say please" He kisses my neck one last time before pulling himself back.

I go to face him, but he grabs my hips for a moment.

"No, stay where you are"

I stop my movements. He let's go of me and I listen as he plays with what I assume is the belt around his waist.

"Only God can make something so perfect" He says.

I jump just a little when he places his hands on my shoulders. He runs them down my arms until her reaches my wrists.

"Perfection only lasts so long" He runs his fingers along my wrists.

"Would you like to know why that is, my sweet Mars?" A shiver runs through me at the tone of his voice.

Sexy, calculating.

"Why?" I ask.

In a quick and sudden movement, he pulls both my wrists behind my back and yanks me up against his chest.

"Because my sweet, perfect girl-"

"I'm going to ruin you" His lips are right at my ear and my head spins.

Fuck.

I've never been so turned on in my life.

He holds me tightly and lightly pushes me towards the bed. He pushes my upper half onto it, and then let's go of me.

"Don't move" He warns.

Then, I feel him looping the belt around my wrists and securing my hands tightly behind my back.

"I do enjoy this view" He says.

My legs tighten when both of his hands slip under my dress, carefully pulling it up to my waist.

"Fuck" I hear him mumble.

"You are very sexy, darling" Both of his hands brush over my ass.

His fingers pull on my thong and then he snaps it back into place.

"This definitely a view I will enjoy again later-"

He grabs my arms and pulls me up from the bed. He turns me to face him, that sexy little smile on his face.

"The things I want to do to you" He brings his hands up my back to the zipper on my dress.

His eyes don't leave mine for a moment as he unzips it.

"Like what?" I ask.

I love listening to him talk. His voice is slow, quiet and so fucking sexy.

He smirked.

"You like it when it when I talk dirty to you, baby?" He grabbed my chin and pulled my lips to his. Almost. They were so close to me.

I felt my face heat up. I tried looking away a little, but he held my chin tighter.

"Huh, Mars?" He brushes my lips with his own, just barely touching me.

"I-I like the sound of your voice" I whisper against his lips.

He smiled. I'll never get over how pretty this man is.

Harry. I finally learned his name.

He was stunning. He reminded me of the most expensive kind of art.

His face is perfect.

I love it, so fucking much that he wears makeup. It makes him even sexier.

His lips are a mix of the nude lipstick he was wearing, and red. The color of mine.

"Is that right?" He bites his lip and let's go of my chin.

His fingers trace down along my cheek.

"Tell me, my dear, does the sound of my voice make your cunt wet?"

He brings his hand to the strap of my dress he hadn't touched yet. He pushes it off, the tips of his fingers making me shiver.

"Answer me, Mars" His voice had grown darker. Low. More controlling.

"Y-yes"

My body shudders thinking about it. Thinking about the way his voice would describe to me all the filthy things he wanted to do to me.

The way words rolled off his tongue made my entire body heat up.

"Did you think about me after the night we met?" He wondered, his fingers gently caressing down my arm.

"Yes" I whisper, trying to keep my thighs from clenching. I didn't want him to know how desperate I was for him.

"Elaborate on that for me, love" His fingers reach the ring on my hand.

I bite my lip, closing my eyes as I thought about the night we met. The way my husband was so close to getting me off and only because this man was in my head.

I pictured those hands on my body. Those lips between my thighs.

"Tell me" He roughly tugs on my dress and it falls to my ankles.

I open my mouth, trying to get myself to speak. But my brain is a mess.

I want nothing more than to get on my knees for him.

I'm a mess for him. I want him to do whatever he wants to me.

I want everything, every part this man has to offer.

"Why can't you speak, my love?"

The smirk on his face makes me shiver.

"How about, I guess"

He brings a hand to my face, his finger tips running along my jaw.

Without a warning, he sticks his thumb into my mouth.

"Suck it" I bite down a little in surprise and his grip on my face tightens, his thumb pressing against my tongue.

He pulls his thumb out and traces my lips before pushing it back in.

"This sweet looking mouth is going to feel so good with my cock inside of it" He smiled and circled his thumb around my tongue.

"I don't need your confirmation, baby" He leaned down, closer to me.

"I know that I was the only thing on your mind while your husband fucked you the last two weeks" He smiled when I started to suck his thumb harder.

"Probably still couldn't make you come, you can imagine me all you want baby, but nothing compares to the real thing"

Hes so sure of himself. So confident that he's right.

And he is.

He's consumed my brain like a disease. I can't get rid of him.

"I wonder if he'd enjoy this, huh Mars?" He smiled and pulled his thumb from my mouth.

He puts his hands on my shoulders and then forces me to my knees.

"Before I continue" He pauses for a moment, his fingers trailing along my cheek.

"There is no pressure on you, sunshine" His thumb brushes over my lip.

"This is a place of pleasure, not discomfort" He tips my chin up to look at him.

"If anything I do, makes you uncomfortable, you need to speak up"

"Are you familiar with the traffic system?" I shake my head a little and bite my lip, watching his face closely.

His demeanor is serious.

"It's simple, sweetheart. Until I am aware of the things you do and do not like, I want you to use it. Green, you want me to continue, maybe even go a little further. Yellow, you enjoy it but want me to slow down. Red, you are uncomfortable with what's happening and want me to switch it up or stop completely" He rubs my cheek with his thumb.

"I'm a lover, baby. Seeing you, enjoying yourself is what gives me pleasure" He smiles a little.

"So tell me, where are you right now?"

"Green" I say softly.

There's nothing about what has happened that I haven't enjoyed.

"This system also applies to what I say. If I say something you don't like, or isn't a turn on for you, tell me" He continues to stroke my cheek.

"I'm going to ask you again, where are you?"

"Green" I say again and he smiles.

"You enjoy when I degrade that pathetic husband of yours? Can't even make you come, even with me inside that head of yours"

I nod and bite my lip.

He runs his fingers into my hair and lightly

pulls it.

"I want to hear you say it, grace me with that lovely voice, princess"

"Green" I whisper and I know he understands because he pulls harder.

"Tell me" He leans down and pulls my head backwards so I'm looking directly up at him.

"I can't get you out of my head" I say to him.

I close my eyes. He's still there. Those green eyes clear as day.

"I'm tired of boring. I want something new. I want you" I open my eyes and he's right there. Standing above me in a position that screams, I own you.

I own you for this moment and I want it so badly.

"What is it that you want from me, Mars?" His other hand slides up my throat and he pulls me up just a little bit.

"Green" I bite my lip harder when his grip tightens.

"Everything. I need it, please"

It's so desperate, I can hear it. And I know he can.

"Such a desperate little thing you are, do you like being tied up on your knees for me?"

I wiggle my hands a little in the restraints and then nod.

"Yes"

He hums a little and smiles even more.

"Submissive baby, do you want to suck my cock?"

My knees tighten at the thought.

God, I want nothing more.

"Please" I whisper, licking my lips.

"Beg me, princess. Beg me to let you" He pulls my hair just a little tighter.

"Please, Harry" I beg.

"I can't stop thinking about it, I want to taste you. I want to make you hard, I need to feel you"

He chuckles and leans closer to me, lifting me up by my throat even more.

"You've already succeeded in one thing, baby" He kisses me lightly.

"Would you like to see?" He kisses me again.

"Fuck, please"

"We'll get to the fucking baby, I promise" He chuckled a little at his joke and then kissed me again.

His lips were soft. I wanted them, all over me. I wanted a trail of that gorgeous lipstick up my entire body.

"So pretty, my love" He kisses me one more time before letting go of me and taking a step back.

He watches me intently.

He slides off his blazer, a gorgeous silk blouse underneath.

Fuck.

Hes not even undressed but he is breath taking.

Slowly he unbuttons the blouse, pulling it from his pants. I watched every little movement his hands make.

I admire his fingers, his nails are painted a sunset kind of pink. The rings on his fingers are stunning. I can't even begin to imagine how much they cost.

He dripped wealth, sex, art.

He's perfect.

As the shirt loosens, I start to see them.

The actual art that litters his skin.

Holy fuck.

The tattoos are stunning.

I just about die when I notice the leaves poking up from his hips.

Jesus, fucking, christ.

I want to trace them all with my tongue.

When he finally pulls it off, I'm in shock.

He has almost an entire sleeve of tattoos up his arm.

But his body itself, it's perfect.

How could a man, like this, want anything to do with me.

"Michaelangelo would have a field day if he ever met you" I say.

He laughs and plays with the zipper on his pants.

"You're cute, baby"

I fight the blush rising to my cheeks at the sweet little compliment.

Being called sexy, it's invigorating. But being called cute, is just so sweet and made butterflies shoot into my stomach.

He takes a step towards me, the smile on his face is intoxicating.

"Such a pretty face" He reaches out and runs his finger tips over my lips.

"Perfect body" He bites his lip when his fingers come between my breasts.

"You want me to fuck this sweet looking mouth of yours, hun?" He pulls my lip out with his thumb.

"Yes, please" I lick it and he pulls his hand back.

He hums and smiles.

"Love that word, please. Especially with you on your knees. So desperate"

He brings his hands back to his pants and finally pulls them down.

My eyes scan him. Every inch.

From the curly peices of his hair, to his toes.

Fuck. I've never met a man like him.

Hes unreal.

God like.

"Where are you, princess?" He wonders, taking another step towards me.

"Is there anything higher than green?" I ask and he laughs. He squats down so our eyes are level.

"God, you are cute. Sexy, just divine, sweetheart" He kisses me softly.

"I don't usually take well to people who sneak into my parties" He kisses along my jaw, towards my ear.

"But if it meant meeting you, I'd perhaps let you do it again" He whispers in my ear.

This man is going to make me fall in love on the spot.

He's undeniably charming.

"You're special, love. Want to keep you all to myself" He very lightly sucks on my skin,

but only for a moment.

"When you finally decide to leave that deadbeat, I'm going to leave so many pretty little marks over this entire body. Is that okay, sunshine?" He whispered against my skin.

I'm in awe at the moment, my breath is caught and I can't speak. This man has me in a hold and I don't think I ever want to leave.

I wonder if this is how he is with everyone who walks through those doors.

The way he crawls underneath your skin with those beautiful eyes and charming words.

Promising a world like no other.

I feel envious about it. But with the state I'm in, I don't care.

I just want him. I need him.

He stands back up, towering above me.

"Do you wanna see what you've done to me?"

He asked, his hand running over his covered cock. It's prominent through his boxers. The sight is intimidating.

I nod quickly, looking up from his hand to his eyes.

"Yes"

His smile is so fucking stunning.

I move my gaze back down and watch as he pushes his boxers down and they fall to his feet.

I shuffle a little at the sight of his dick springing free.

I have not seen many dicks in my life, but his has got to be one of the nicest I have ever seen.

Fuck, I want to suck it. I want to feel it pulsing in my mouth.

"Something about being naked, I love it" He smiles at me. His hands resting on his hips.

"Even better with someone as stunning as you waiting so patiently for me on your knees"

He takes another step towards me, his fingers running through my hair until he grips the back of my neck.

His other hand wraps around his cock, my eyes fall to it. Watching as he strokes himself a few times.

I struggle in the restraints a little. Wishing I had my hands free so I could do it. I want to touch him so bad.

"What, baby?" His grin turned into a smirk at the sight of me wiggling around.

His grip in my hair tightens.

"I-I want to touch you" I whisper, biting my lip and looking back at his hand that was still wrapped around his cock.

"Poor little thing, so desperate to please me"

He pulled my head closer to him.

"Part of me wants to strap you down onto the bed and make you watch me come. But thats a punishment, one I'd love to give you"

He circled his thumb around the tip of his cock, pre-cum making it glisten.

"But you're being such a good girl, so no punishments for you, yet" He bit his lip and brought his thumb to my lips, tracing them.

"I do love giving them. Watching you struggle and be so desperate, be even better if I put you on our Sybian" I looked at him, not knowing what he meant.

"You don't know what that is, love?" His smirk got wider when I shook my head.

"Hm, just a special little toy" He licked his lips when he was done tracing mine with his thumb.

"Maybe soon, I can show you some of my toys. Would you like that, baby?" He tips my chin up to look him in the eyes.

"I want to see everything" I say to him.

It feels like an out of body experience.

I don't know how to explain it.

I'm so encapsulated by this man.

"Hm, that can be arranged, my love" He playfully boops my nose and then stands up straight.

"In time, baby. My first goal is to get you comfortable with me. Then, you can tell me everything you'd like to try. I'll make all those dirty little fantasies come true"

I glance back down to his cock. His hand still wrapped around it.

I lean forward a bit and his hand makes its way into my hair again. He lightly pulls my head back, stopping me.

"What is it, baby? You want to suck my cock?"

I nod quickly, desperately trying to lean forward.

I want to please him. I want to make him just as needy as me.

I want him, to want nothing more than to fuck me.

"Say it" His sweet little smile goes serious.

Demanding.

"You want it so bad, beg for it"

He pulls harder on my hair, waiting for me to speak.

"Please, Harry" I bite my lip and look away from his dick and up at his face.

"I want to suck it, so fucking bad"

I love the idea of my hands being restrained, but I wanted them to be free. I wanted to just grab him and take control of the situation.

I love this, everything about this. Being at his mercy.

But it's new to me. I'm so used to taking control because my husband never does. It's always me. I'm always the one doing the work with little to no reward.

"What a good girl you are, Mars" He pulls my head forward, just a few inches away from the head of his cock.

I stick out my tongue, trying to taste him but I'm just shy of being able to reach him.

"A good little, slut. Just for me" He pauses for a moment, waiting for my reaction to the derogatory term.

In any other situation, I'd probably take offense to it. But in this moment. I wanted it.

Fuck, his voice is so smooth. It's soft, but gruff.

I'd let him call me any fucking name in the world with that voice.

"Green" I whisper to him, knowing that's what he was waiting for.

Which just made him that much sexier.

He seems to take it very seriously, making sure I'm comfortable with what's happening.

We are strangers to eachother, he knows nothing about me and I know nothing about him.

He's trying to navigate what I do and don't want.

I don't know why I find it so attractive. I just haven't met many guys who take their time in figuring out what I like. My husband barely even does it.

No wonder our sex life is shit.

"You like being called a slut, baby?" He smirks a bit, his eyes scanning my face.

I smile and nod at him.

"For you"

His smirk got bigger.

"A slut, just for me?"

I smile more up at him.

"Say it" His fingers tangle in my hair as he pulls it lightly.

"Say it, and I'll let you suck me off"

He pulls my hair tighter between his fingers.

"I'm a slut, just for you Harry"

He lifts me up by my hair a little and leans down.

"Such an obedient girl" He kisses me for just a second and then stands up straight.

"Open your mouth" His voice is calm, controlling.

I can't help but smile, excitment filling my stomach at the thought of sucking his cock.

It's such a nice one too. I want it.

I NEED it.

"Look at you, getting all giddy"

His controlling demeanor turns more playful. Fuck, I love it.

I love that he's a playful guy.

He's so, kind.

He's not just about rushing to the point, it's not just about him.

I wish I met this man before I met Daniel.

My face heats up at him pointing out my excitment.

"It's cute, sunshine. How excited you get" He smiles down at me. The dimples in his cheeks showing off.

"Now, be my good little slut and open your mouth for me" He brings his fingers from my hair down along my jaw until he meets my lips.

I listen to him and open my mouth, his fingers falling onto my tongue.

"Perfect" He pushed his fingers up and down against my tongue for a moment and then pulled them out.

He lightly brushed his fingers through my hair before gripping the back of my head again.

He pulls my head forward, guiding his cock towards my mouth.

When it finally hits my tongue, I try to somewhat take control and take more of him into my mouth but his hold tightens on my head and he stops me.

"I am in control" He warns.

I stop myself, my eyes meeting his as he pushes my head forward and sinking more of his cock into my mouth.

I close my lips around him and suck a little. The serious look on his face faltering just slightly.

"Been picturing these pretty lips around my cock since I met you, princess" He bites his lip and pushes me further.

There's no way he'll get all of it but, fuck I want him to try.

"If I push you too far, pull back as hard as you can and I'll stop. Alright, Mars?" He pulls his cock from my mouth for a moment and I nod.

I open my mouth back up for him and he smirks.

He pushes my head back onto him, this time almost as far as I can take it. His fingers dig into my scalp and he groans.

"Fuck" He mumbles.

I try to hide my smile. God, I wanted control right now. I'd make this man melt right into my hands.

But, this. This is fucking incredible.

He keeps me there for a moment, his cock buried in my mouth. Savouring it.

"Look at that little smile, you enjoy my cock in your mouth?" He pulls almost all the way out and I smile more.

"I'll take that as a yes" He smiles back at me and then pushes himself back in.

"Fuck" He groans again.

He begins the rhythm slowly, pulling his cock all the way to the edge of my lips and then easing himself back in. Each time, pushing me further to the point of gagging.

I keep my eyes on him, watching every little flinch of pleasure that wrestles through him.

He keeps his pace steady for a few minutes. He locks his eyes onto mine, the look on his face is intense. Focused, as he eases himself in and out of my mouth.

"You take it so well, my darling" He pulls his cock from my mouth, saliva dripping from his tip.

"Just wanted a little taste, for now" He grabs my arms and promptly lifts me to my feet.

"Would love to use that mouth all night long, baby" He turns me around so my back is facing him.

"Fuck, you are very sexy, darling"

He runs his hands down my shoulders until he reaches the restraints holding mine together.

He releases it, allowing my hands to be free.

"Just a little break, baby. I want to admire this stunning body"

He tosses the belt away and then brings his hands to my hips. His lips slowly make their way from my shoulder to the edge of my ear.

"How do you feel about me using this perfect body?" He whispers, he very lightly graces his teeth along my neck.

"And what I mean-" He runs his hands from my hips, to my chest. His hands squeezing my covered breasts.

"Is, I want to tie you down onto this bed and blindfold you" A shiver runs through me when his fingers tips run along my stomach.

I take a deep breath and lean into him, I feel dizzy with the amount of pleasure coursing through me.

"How does that sound, darling?"

I bite my lip, focusing on the feeling of his fingers and the way they traced the hem of my panties.

I'm nervous at the sound of it. Being completely at his mercy. But the thought makes my knees week. I can't even begin to imagine how good it would feel.

"If you decide you're up for it, there is no pressure on changing your mind. I will take full advantage on what you allow me to do, but if you suddenly feel uncomfortable, I will stop immediately" He reassures.

"Like I said, Mars, pleasure is what drives me. Pleasure is the only thing I want on your mind" He whispers, his fingers gently sliding into my panties.

I breathe heavily, placing my hand on his wrist. I'm dizzy with the amount I'm feeling.

"Don't be afraid to say no to me" He says seriously.

I shake my head a little bit and run my nails up his arm for a moment.

"Green" I say to him.

I'm overwhelmed and it's hard to speak. Not in a bad way, my brain just can't comprehend the situation I am in. It feels like the best fucking dream I've ever had.

I lightly push his hand down further.

I can feel the smile on his lips against my skin.

He pulls his hand out and traces the hem along my hips and between my thighs.

"My mouth is watering just thinking about getting between these thighs" His fingers very lightly run up and down over the fabric of my panties. I can just barely feel it against my clit and I shiver.

"This is a dream I don't want to wake up from" I lean my head back against his shoulder.

His skin is silk and I'm melting into it. Sliding into a different reality, a new world.

"I'm happy to inform you, sweetheart, this isn't a dream" Both of his hands are on my hips now, his thumbs sliding under my panties.

"Just a world that you haven't gotten the opportunity to see" He leans down and kisses me from my collar bone up to my ear.

"But now you have me, darling"

He finally pulls my panties down, letting them drop to my ankles.

"And, I have you" He whispers, sliding his hand between my legs.

I moan, my knees buckle and instinctively I grab his wrist.

I've never felt this turned on in my life, I've never felt the knots forming in my stomach as pleasure filled my body.

My husband, even before we got married, could never achieve this.

And here is a man, whose name I just learned within the last few hours, making me feel like cleopatra. A queen, sexy and powerful. Giving me control to tell him what I want.

I never want to go back.

"Someone seems excited" I can see his coy little smile on his face without looking at him.

His fingers spread me apart and make contact with my clit. I hold his wrist tighter and whine. I'm already sensitive.

"I'm going to make you come like this" His other hand makes its way to my throat and he holds me against him.

"And many more" He promises. And I know it's true.

"That's what sex is, my love. Pleasing one another. It goes both ways" He rubs back and forth gently, my body trembles and I moan again.

"For me, this is my favourite part" His fingers make slow little circles. Enough to make me moan, but I want more. He's teasing me.

"Giving pleasure is my passion, baby" He sinks his teeth into my shoulder but only for a moment.

He pulls me harder against him. His fingers press down more and begin to speed up.

"Holy fuck" I groan and struggle a bit in his grasp. I dig my nails into his hand and breathe harder.

My thighs shake as he rubs my clit, the pace perfect.

"Fuck, just like that" I shudder as pleasures rises from my toes. The butterfly like feeling twists and turns in my stomach, struggling to free themselves.

As the pleasure strengthens, my nails tighten against his skin.

I feel like I'm going to fall over.

"Harry-" I breathe, my stomach tightening as an orgasm looms over me. I can feel it flood out of me and I moan more.

I haven't come in a long time at the hands of someone else.

I wanted to soak every second of it in. It's overwhelming and my brain goes fuzzy.

His fingers slow down but they don't stop, not even after my high washes through me.

He hums softly, still circling my clit with just the tip of his finger. It makes my legs weak.

"This is just the tip of the iceberg, Mars. Just the cusp of pleasure I will make you feel" I pull lightly on his hand, more than sensitive.

He hums again for a moment, fighting against my pulling and circling my clit for a few more seconds.

He pulls his hand away, and backs away from me for a moment. His hands find their way to my back, gentle fingers sliding up my skin until he gets to the clip of my bra.

"Did you dress so sexy for me, darling?" He unhooks it and guides the straps down my arms.

"Hm?" He drops the bra to the ground and then grabs my hips and pulls them against him.

I can feel him, hard as a rock. Fuck.

"I wanted to look good for you" I say, still breathing heavily.

"Mission accomplished, sweetheart. I would have stayed at the bar a little longer-" He moves my hips lightly, pulling me tighter.

"But when I saw you walk in-" He lightly bit down on my shoulder and breathed through his nose.

"I wanted to bend this nice ass over the bar" He chuckles a little and kisses up my neck.

"Such a sexy thing that I want to play with"

He runs his hand up my stomach until he reaches my breast.

"Oh, Mars" He whispered in my ear.

"What am I going to do with you?" He squeezes lightly and then pinches my nipple between his fingers.

He plays with it for a few moments, until it's hard.

"Whatever you like" I say, my voice is low.

I'm enjoying this, this little intimate moment.

He chuckles at my response and let's go of my breast.

"There's not much that I don't enjoy" He turns me around to face him.

"If you stick around, you'll get to see some things" He smirks and places his hands on my hips.

"I don't plan on going anywhere" I say as he guides me to the end of the bed. He sits me down on the edge and places a hand on my cheek.

"I'm happy to hear that, sweetheart. From what I've gathered, I believe you will thrive in a place like this" He runs his thumb over my lip. He's biting his own, looking at me intently.

End of Part 2.

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The Underground • Part 1

Warning

This is a smutty one-shot that contains themes of infidelity and light BDSM.

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Word count - Part 1 - 6.3k

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"Jess, I'm starting to second guess this" I whisper to my friend as she attempts to pick a lock that might set off every alarm in the building.

We were lucky enough that there isnt security over here.

"Mars, we are doing this for you. You said you were looking for an adventure and it just so happens that this is one of the hottest parties of the year"

The lock in the door clicks and she turns to look at me.

"Score!" She exclaims with delight, pulling the heavy door open.

"I've heard rumors about the families who throw these parties, Jess. Do you really want to be found dead in the river?" She laughed and pulled me into a hallway.

Suddenly the muffled thumping of the music is much louder.

"Well, at least it's an adventure" She smiled and takes one of the masks I am holding.

"Besides, we both look like we own half of England. No one will know" She puts the mask over her face.

It covered most of her face, it was gorgeous. It was black with navy blue jewels.

I thought the feather was a bit much, but Jess has always had a flair for the dramatic.

"Come on, Mars, put on your mask and have fun. You need this" She took the mask from my hands and put it on my face.

"Just pretend that this is your life. Walk around like you have 20 million in your bank account" She took my hands and smiled.

"Come on, let's go find the fun" She laughed and pulled me down the hallway.

We found the stairwell and Jess pulled me all the way until we found the doors leading to where the party is.

It is hard to ignore the eyes as we made our way there.

People scattered around the halls in fancy dresses, wearing masks that only showed their piercing eyes or perfectly painted lips.

It's intimidating as hell.

I need a drink.

When we get into the main hall of the party, it is stunning.

I have no idea how we managed to get in.

We were in the heart of the city in one of the largest hotels in England. They shut this place down for a week just to get ready for this party.

"I'm going to find the bar" I say to Jess. She nods at me, but her eyes are checking out something else.

Someone else.

"Time to get me a rich man" She smiles at me.

"Text me if you need me, alright Mars?" She squeezed my hand and then picked herself up and walked towards a man in a very expensive looking suit.

I want to have fun, I do. But worry and doubt floods my brain.

Am I really going to do this?

I sigh and attempt to pick myself up the way Jess had done.

Just, find the bar, have a drink. You will be fine.

I can feel the eyes on me as I walk past people, all of them dressed in some of the most luxurious dresses and suits I have ever seen.

And here I am wearing my bridesmaid dress from my sister's wedding.

I'm like a naked eye sore.

I think this is what my therapist meant by negative talk.

I make my way to the bar that has been set up.

It's huge, set up in a perfect square with bar stools around all of it.

Lucky for me, there's a spot open. I quickly make my way to it and sit down.

"Vodka, straight" I say to the man behind the bar. Even the bar tenders are dressed to extravagance.

Without a question, 3 shots are placed in front of me.

God knows I'm going to need it. I take one of them, drowning it.

I quickly do the same with the second, I go to grab the third but before I can, someone takes it.

"Hey" I turn to the one who took it, he smiles and takes the stool next to me.

"Don't 'Hey' me, darling. You aren't paying for it" He said, a grin on his face.

Men.

He waves at the one of the bar tenders and more shots are put in front of me.

"See, no need for the fuss" He takes one of them and easily takes it.

I look over him a bit more after he's settled next to me.

Half his face is covered by a stunning gold and black mask.

But his eyes are perfectly visible.

They are bright green and I can see the glittery eyeshadow around his eyes, his lips are also painted in a clear sparkly gloss.

I complain about men a lot, but Jesus, some of them are gorgeous.

"Do I have something on my face, Darling?" He smiles at the stupid joke he makes.

I can feel the warmth of the vodka in my blood and I laugh.

He orders a cocktail for each of us.

"How are you enjoying the party, Love?" He stirs the drink and looks over me.

"It's quite stunning really, I just got here so, drinks and then some fun"

He smiles and continues to stir his drink.

"Funny, the doors closed a little over an hour ago"

I choke a little on the drink and set it down. Trying to keep my cool.

Am I that obvious that I don't belong here?

"What's your name, sweetheart?" He asks, he takes a sip from his drink and sets it down. His eyes not leaving me for a second.

I freeze for a moment, I definitely shouldn't use my real name.

"E-Emma" I stumble on it a little bit.

He looks down at his drink, his fingers playing with the toothpick in the glass.

I glance over the fancy rings he's wearing and then quickly look at him.

His little smile turns into a smirk.

"Alright, Emma" The emphasis on Emma makes my skin crawl.

How he knows, I have no idea.

God, I hope Jess is okay.

"It may seem like a lot of people, but it really isn't. You should see the parties in Rome" He takes one of the shots and dumps it into his cocktail.

I take another shot, needing more alcohol in my system.

I'm trying, very hard not to freak out.

Every alarm and red light is going off in my brain.

Oh my God, I'm going to get murdered.

"Not many get invited to parties like this, how did you manage. Not to say you aren't a very sexy woman" His smile is intoxicating.

Maybe it's the alcohol hitting me.

Suddenly, a light bulb goes off in my head.

"My uncle, Jack Carlton-"

God, what a bullshit lie.

I read an article about him a week ago, something about another museum being opened up in North London.

"He got me in" I pick up the drink he got me and take another sip.

I try to sound confident in my answer, but my teeth are knawing on my lip.

"You're apart of the Carlton family?" I nod my head and smile at him.

"What about you, Mr. Fancy Suit? You seem so interested in my life, but what about you"

As the liquor takes over, I reach out and poke his chest.

He grabs my hand, I go to pull it away but he holds my hand up.

"Are you married, darling?"

Fuck.

I was going to take it off, but it was the fanciest peice of jewelry I owned.

I stay quiet, letting him hold my hand and eye the ring on my finger.

"Are they here with you?" He smiles at me and more gently places his hand in my lap.

His fingers just barely brush over my thigh, and they tense.

I shake my head.

Trying to wish away the pulsing I feel from just his fingertips.

He laughed and brought his hand to my cheek. His fingers trace along my jaw.

"I can't say I blame you, honey. Considering the family you're from, I'd be pretty fuckin' disappointed with that ring as well"

His thumb went over my bottom lip.

"Makes me think that this pretty lady, isn't satisfied" His fingers come down, tracing the vein in my neck and then pulling his hand away.

His smile never falters. Not even once.

He waves to the tender for more drinks and then looks back at me.

"What is it sweetheart, boredom? Spouse not fun enough to join you?" He wonders, he takes the cherry from his drink and I watch as he pops it between his glittery lips.

He reads me easily and it drives me fucking insane.

I quickly chug the rest of my drink and pull the new one towards me.

"Let me guess, love" He leans closer to me and I want to pull back but he smells divine.

"They don't know you're here" His unwavering smiles twists into a wicked smirk.

I shiver when his breath hits my skin.

"No, he doesn't" I answer him, my voice almost cracking.

Fear, anxiety and a hint of excitement floods me.

"Why is that, Emma?"

Again, he emphasizes the name.

"I-I-" I freeze for a moment, mixed emotions raging through my stomach.

"I don't know"

"Sure you do" He places his hand on my knee, but his eyes don't leave mine.

"Tell me, Emma, what are you looking for?"

I glance down at the hand on my leg, his hands are large, warm. I want to tighten my legs together but I know he'll notice.

"Don't be shy, sweetheart" He chuckles.

A deep part of my subconscious pictures taking his hand and raising it higher. It already felt like more attention than I've been getting for the last six months.

This time he leans right into me, his lips at my ear.

"Trust me, I'm really good at keeping secrets"

The mystery man pulls back, but his hand still rests on my knee.

Am I really about to tell this stranger about my martial problems?

Fuck it, why not? I'm practically drunk. I hope this is something I don't remember in the morning.

"He's boring. He wants kids, the picket fence life" I shake my head, reaching for another drink.

"I don't, I want to be adventurous, have fun. We had plans to travel the world together, but after we got married. It just got, plain"

Suddenly, I can't stop talking.

All of this weight I carry, without telling almost anyone about it, I dump onto this stranger in the middle of a million dollar party I shouldn't even be at.

But God, does it feel good.

As nerve racking as it is, I haven't done something like this in a long time.

"God, don't even get me started on the sex" I shake my head and laugh.

"It's the same thing every time. Don't get me wrong, we still have sex. But would it kill him to try something new? I'm sick of it. I tried talking to him about it and even bought some stuff for us to try and spice things up. Nothing, he gives me nothing. Offended that I feel the need to add a toy into the mix. God, I don't think I've had an orgasm in over a year-"

I realize what I'm talking about and quickly stop myself by chugging yet another cocktail.

"No wonder you're so tense, darling"

This time, my legs do tighten when he squeezes my knee.

"A man that cannot please or satisfy you, is not a man at all" He raises his hand up my leg and then brings it up under my chin.

"My poor little darling, no woman should be deprived of pleasure" He pulls me closer to his face.

"I live for pleasure" He outlines my lips and I try very hard not to let my heart jump out of my chest.

He's so forward, insanely flirtatious and I don't know what to make of it.

I don't want him to stop. I haven't felt this good in so long. Just his fingertips felt like little shocks against my skin.

I came here with unfaithful intentions. As terrible as it sounds. I hated the way I felt about my husband, but I was tired of living this facade. I'm not happy anymore.

I needed something else. I needed satisfaction. I craved it.

"Come, darling. Dance with me"

I'm taken from my trance by the mystery man.

He smiles, this time wide enough that I can see his perfectly white teeth and the dimples on his cheeks.

He stands up from the stool and takes my hand. He pulls me from my seat and towards the front of the lobby where a stage had been set up.

The music is live and in front of the stage is a dance floor.

It felt like an after party for the Met Gala. It's insane.

Like he's prince, people moved as we came by.

He placed his hands on my hips and pulled me close to him.

His hands felt so fucking good on my body.

I wanted more.

He brought his lips up to my ear again and my body melted.

The alcohol, him, the way he moved my hips to the beat of the drums.

I'm burning up.

"This could be the start of a very interesting friendship, my darling"

I held onto his shoulders tightly, trying to stay in time with the way he swayed me around.

"But, I am not a man who appreciates being lied to" He squeezes my hips hard.

"So how about you, be a good girl, and tell me your name?"

I bite my lip until it's almost bleeding.

"I-I'm-" He shushed me.

"Let's start over, princess. Tell me your name" He demands quietly into my ear.

But it's so hard to focus on him with the way his hands firmly held onto my hips.

"Mars" I say softly, my hands moving up into his hair.

"Hm, what a stunning name you have" His lips grace my jaw only for a moment before he pulls back and presses his forehead against my own.

"Is this alright with you, my love? I have no intentions of trying to make you uncomfortable" He looks at me, his flirtatious demeanor turns more serious.

I nod, my ability to speak is gone.

I'm not uncomfortable in anyway, the moment he came up to me I felt like I was in a trance. His eyes were supernatural.

How could I say no to this?

Even with the mask it's easy to tell how handsome this guy is.

"What's your name?" I ask, looking into his gorgeous eyes.

He smiles but doesn't answer my question.

"Mars, my love, you don't have to worry about me" He raises one of his hands until its on the back of my neck.

I can feel the eyes watching us, but my fear is gone.

I'm lost in this, in this mysterious man.

I don't want this moment to end.

We weren't slow dancing, the music is to upbeat for that but the way he made me move with him is methodical and so fucking sexy.

He held on tight. One hand on my hip and the other on the back of my neck. Our foreheads were pushed together and his eyes were staring into my own.

It felt like we were the only people in the room.

"Hm, I'd fuck you right here if it were that kind of party" His lips were dangerously

close to my own.

My eyes went wide and he just smiled innocently.

"Those are the fun kind of parties" He smiled even wider.

"These are just the boring ones, keep up appearances"

This is definitely not boring. I feel like I'm going to faint.

"Exclusive parties" He whispered, his fingertips dug into my hips and my knees buckled.

"Definitely not one you can sneak your way into" He bit his lip and then smirked.

"Hm, I like you, Mars" He moved even closer, his cheek against my own.

"If you're looking for something, I have a few things I can show you" He moved his hand from the back of my neck and slid it along my arm until he had my hand in his.

He pulled it back and laced our fingers together. He played with the ring on my finger.

"Not sure your husband would appreciate it" He moved his lips along my jaw until our faces were lined up again.

"Please" I say softly, not knowing how to speak but desperately wanting whatever this man wanted to show me.

"Please what, my love?" He asked softly.

He held my hand tightly and then suddenly spun me around and pulled my back against his chest.

He let go of my hand and placed his back on my hip. He held me tight to him. I laid my head on his shoulder and took a deep breath.

"Show me" I whisper, spinning back around to face him.

I run my fingers up into his hair. I pulled his face as close as I could without kissing him.

But fuck, did I ever want too.

His lips were so tasty looking. Sparkling with the gloss he was wearing.

The makeup just making him even more sexy.

"Find me, before you leave, princess. I'll have something for you" He kissed me for a fucking second and bit my lip.

Suddenly he pulled back from me and turned around.

Leaving me there, breathless.

I was frozen in place. My head is spinning and I feel like I'm going to pass out.

Holy shit.

"Mars?" Jess finds me, still reeling in the middle of the dance floor.

She comes up to me and places her hands on my shoulders.

I shake myself from the trance and look at Jess and smile.

"Holy shit" I finally say it out loud.

"Holy shit is right, babe" She laughs and starts to dance with me.

All I can think about is that man.

"This is the best fucking thing we've ever done" I say to her and she smiles at me.

"I told you, miss 'I think this is a bad idea'" I smile and hug her, spinning her around with me.

"I have never felt so free!"

Both of us are laughing now.

"I definitely noticed that" She giggles and pulls back from me.

"You basically had the whole party watching you two" She whispers in my ear.

My cheeks go hot and Jess smirks.

"Jess, fuck. He's the sexiest man I've ever met in my entire life" I grab her shoulders and shake her a little bit.

"Seems like a lot of women here think the same. Could see them starring daggers at you with the way you were dancing with him" She smiled even more.

"What's his name?" She wondered.

I stop suddenly, realizing he never told me.

Fuck I wish I knew it.

Because I want to dream of him, I want to scream it.

"He never told me, he just told me to find him before I leave"

I look around, trying to see if I can spot him, but nothing.

"Well, we are going to have to find this man, aren't we?" She poked me playfully.

"First, let's enjoy this party some more" She laughed and began to dance again.

I can't describe the way I'm feeling. I haven't felt this amazing in so long.

My life up until this point just felt like time was passing me by and I was going nowhere.

The flame of my marriage has burnt out, on my end. I felt empty, lonely and bored.

I was so desperate to find something, anything to make me feel this way.

I wanted to be excited again. I wanted to have fun. I didn't want to settle down, I didn't want to have kids.

I want to explore, I want to be dangerous.

"Okay, so tall, black suit, and a gold plated mask?" I nod, walking around.

I am desperate to find this man.

"Let's split up" Jess says to me, I agree and she speeds off.

It feels like I look everywhere, I go back to the bar and search all around it. I even ask the bartenders if they have seen him. But nothing.

I feel like a lost puppy looking for it's owner. I walk around the entire lobby twice. But I don't want to give up. I didn't even get a

name.

If I stop searching, I'll never find him again.

Two more times I walk around, but he's a ghost.

Smoke, disappeared.

Did he leave?

I retrace every step I took with him and I find nothing. Not a trace of the man who took my breath away.

I sigh, making my way to the door where Jess and I are supposed to meet.

I see her standing there and I pray she had better luck than me.

But as I come up to her, she shakes her head.

"Nothing?" I ask, she shakes her head and places her hand on my shoulder.

"I'm sorry, babe" I turn around and lean against the door.

"It's alright" I say, tilting my head back.

"It's probably a stupid idea anyways"

But my heart shatters just a bit.

He's unforgettable. Those eyes are burned into my brain.

"We could try one more time?" She suggests, but I shake my head.

"I walked around this place a million times. He's gone"

I close my eyes and bring myself to the moment we shared on the dance floor.

He's amazing. Unreal.

"I'm sorry, hun" She's says sadly.

"How about, we go get an uber and go to that little diner we love?" I open my eyes and smile at her.

"I could really use a milkshake right now" I say, nodding my head.

"Okay, I'm gonna go out and get us an Uber" She opens the door.

"I'm just gonna wait for a few minutes, I'll meet you out there" I reassure. She kisses my cheek and smiles at me before she leaves.

I look out into the crowd of people throughout the lobby, but I see nothing.

I close my eyes again and breathe. I take in the night and smile to myself.

No matter how I feel at the moment, tonight was still the best night of my life. I snuck into the party of the year and met the most intoxicating man I'll ever meet.

I pictured his lips in my head, the way they were perfectly painted. I thought about the brief taste of them and the way his teeth sunk into my lip.

I'm whipped by a man who's name I didn't even know.

I imagine all the possibilities of what he could have possibly showed me.

I think about the words he said to me that made my thighs slick.

He gave me a taste of the drug and I am hooked.

A high I may never be able to reach again.

I sigh again and open my eyes. Forcing myself back into the harshness of reality.

"Not going to leave without finding me, are you, princess?" I jump almost right out of my heels and look next to me.

And there he is.

Just standing next to me like he's been there all night.

He smiles at me.

"I-Ive been looking everywhere for you" I whisper, making him smile.

"Hm, I know" He licks his lips and then pulls something out of his jacket. He picks up my hand and presses his lips to it.

"I hope to see you soon. And, how about this stays between us, sweetheart" He hands an envelope to me and just as fast as he's there, he's gone again.

I looked down at the envelope he gave to me. It's completely blank on the outside.

I stare at it, wondering what could possibly be in it.

I'm tempted to open it, but I don't. I hold it tightly in my hand and look over the party once more.

This time, I do see him. Hes looking right at me with that smile on his face.

He holds up his glass to me and then takes a sip before turning around.

This man is going to be the death of me.

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It's been 2 weeks since me and Jess snuck into that party. A party that has completely changed my life.

I didn't tell Jess about the envelope he gave to me.

I opened it as soon as I got home. All that was on it was an address and a date.

Today's date.

The address was for a club, in one of the richest places in London.

In an amazing stroke of luck, Daniel is working late tonight. So it will be easier to get ready.

I had really no idea what this club was going to be.

But God, I was dying of excitement.

I felt like a teenager going to their prom.

This time, I bought something online to wear tonight.

Perhaps, having emergency money for when I want to run away, should have been a red flag for this marriage.

It's not like Daniel was an awful man. Which made things so much worse. I know he loved me deeply, but he's so bland and unaware of the way he speaks.

Everyday is the same, the sex is always the same. It feels like we are in two different worlds.

I look in the mirror, carefully painting my lips red.

I want to feel bad about what I'm doing, but I don't. Not anymore.

All I could think about was this man.

To think that Daniel almost actually got me to come when we had sex the other night and it wasn't even him.

I just imagined him, those bright green eyes and sparkling pink lips.

I look myself over in the mirror, I look fucking good.

I bought a dress online and it looked even better on than it did online.

A black skin tight dress with a see through corset top. It revealed quite a bit, but I loved it.

I don't feel self conscious, I feel like a bad bitch. I run my fingers through my hair and smile at myself.

Tonight, is going to be so much fun.

I couldn't get there fast enough. I sat in the back of the taxi, anxiously watching out the window. I felt confident and sexy, but I'm nervous.

What if this man doesn't even remember me?

What did I agree to?

I play with the end of the dress and watch as the cab pulls up to a stunning club, a crowd of people outside waiting to get in.

I stare for a moment, in awe of it.

In awe of everything. I can feel the adrenaline kick in.

I hastily make my way out the taxi and brush myself off.

I pull out the envelope and walk to the front of the line, ignoring the glares from people waiting in line.

Part of me just wants to make sure I'm in the right place.

"This is the right address?" I ask, handing over the peice of paper to the bouncer.

He looked it over and then at me. He looked me up and down and then opened the bar for me, just allowing me to walk right inside.

Well, alright then. A free ticket away from that God awful line, definitely not complaining.

I make my way into the club. The music is pounding and even though this is still one of the most high-class neighborhoods in all of London, this wasnt nearly as fancy as the masquerade I snuck into.

It was much darker, lights flashing everywhere, people dancing like no one is around.

I smiled, thinking about the dance I shared with the man.

Thinking about the words he said to me as we did. Telling me he would have fucked me right there if he could.

First stop, the bar.

I don't know how I'm going to find him in here.

Though, he somehow manages to find me.

At the masquerade, I had looked around a stupid amount of times and couldn't spot him.

Like he was playing a game with me.

Like he watched every step I took and did the opposite.

I wanted to play the same game with him, but I had a feeling I wasn't the one with the power here.

I took a seat at the bar and got myself a round of shots.

I down two of them before spinning in my stool to look around at the club and the people dancing.

I take it all in, enjoying it. I'm sure Jess would have loved this.

But I wanted it to myself. I wanted this secret to myself.

I wanted to feel powerful.

It was invigorating.

I turn back around and take the third shot.

Already, the alcohol clings to me and I feel warm. Lightheaded, but in a good way.

"Hm, I was hoping to see you here, darling"

His voice is directly behind me and I jump.

God, he needs to stop that.

I spin around and look up at him.

This time, he isn't wearing a mask.

Holy fuck.

He's stunning.

"Todd, give us another round" He said, waving to the bar tender behind the counter.

He looks down at me and he smiles.

"I like this view darling" He leans and whispers in my ear.

"Would be even better on your knees" I shiver and bite my lip.

He sits next to me and easily takes a shot.

Fuck its hot.

He is so hot, I feel like I'm sweating.

His lips are painted a muted pink and his eyes are done a sparkly gold.

His cheeks are highlighted and it just defines his gorgeous face even more.

I don't know what it is about guys and makeup, but mother of God.

"My lovely Mars, how does it feel not having to sneak in?" He asks, looking at me with a smirk.

My face goes red and I drown the question with another shot.

He remembered my name.

"Not as dangerous" I say, looking at him and smiling playfully.

"The night is young, my love. Plenty of time for that"

I refrain from biting my lip. I don't want to look so desperate but it's so hard.

It's so hard not to just stare at him.

He's a walking piece of art.

"Besides, honey. This isn't the party I invited you to" He says, sipping from a glass.

I look at him, confused.

"What do you mean?" I wonder.

God, that smirk is mesmerizing.

"This, this is just a club, beautiful"

I'm brought back to the night of the masquerade when he places his hand on my leg.

This time, his skin is directly on mine and I can't hide the heat of my skin.

"Remember how I told you about those, exclusive parties?"

His hand slides higher until he reaches the hem of my dress. His fingers running along it.

I do bite my lip this time and I nod.

I can't think with his hand where it is.

"Want to take a walk with me, baby?" I take a deep breathe when his hand grips the inside of my thigh.

I nod again.

He squeezes harder and smiles at me. He stands up and takes my hand, pulling me through the crowd of people.

He takes me to the back of the club and through a locked door.

It's very dimly lit and just in front of us is a flight of stairs leading to another door.

Before he leads me down them, he grabs my hips and pushes me against the wall.

He leans his forehead against mine and brings one of his hands to my chin.

"Now, my love. Since this your first time, this is more of an introduction" He smiles again.

"Just a little peak into what I could bring into your life" He wraps his hand around my throat and lightly kisses me.

"But, when I say this is exclusive. I mean it. The only way people get into this, is an invitation by me. Or, my friend Ruby. Who you will meet, in time" He kisses me again.

I can feel my heart beating like it's about to come out of my chest.

"You are never allowed to bring anyone here, or tell anyone about this. Do you understand me, sweetheart?"

His lips are practically against my own, I can feel his breath. I can taste it.

I can't find words. So I nod again.

He tightens his grip on my neck and bites my lip.

"Words, Mars" His tone is calm, but demanding.

"I-I understand"

I try not to melt into a puddle when he kisses me for a third time.

He pulls back just as it's about to heat up.

He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath.

"Taking a lot in me to not fuck you right here"

He opens his eyes and smiles wide.

He pulls back from me and takes my hand again, leading me down the steps and to the door.

He pulls a key out and unlocks it, opening it up and leading me through it.

I didn't know what to expect, but Jesus Christ.

Jesus, is definitely not coming through those doors.

When the door closes behind us, it's like the club above us doesn't exist. I can't here the pounding music at all.

Instead, the music is a lot more mellow. It's sexy.

The first thing that catches my eye is the small stage. On it, is a stripper pole.

And a stripper, a gorgeous one at that.

She has almost white hair and is just gliding around the pole with an elegance.

I'm so entranced by her that it takes me a second to notice the two cages on each side of the stage. Both of them have people in it.

In one, is a man. He's on his knees with a gag in his mouth and his hands behind his back. He seems to be just as entranced by the woman on stage as I am.

In the other, is a girl in the exact position as the man.

None of them even react to us coming in.

In front of the stage are two love seats.

One of them is occupied by a couple.

I bite my lip as my eyes glance between what is going on.

I can see the back of a man's head and on his lap is another stunning looking girl.

It's not rough, it's almost sensual the way she is riding him.

This girl, does look up when we walk in. She looks directly at me and smiles. Her hand gripping the man's hair.

Holy shit.

"Come on, sweetheart"

The man, who's name is still unknown to me, tugs my hand and pulls me away from the main room into a long hallway.

Every few feet there is a door. Some are closed, some are open.

I glance into the open ones.

The first one we pass is just a simple room, with a large bed and at the end of it is a chair, for someone to watch.

Most of the open rooms are empty, but one of them has three people in it. Two men and a woman.

I only get a peak but the only thing in the room is a table, which on of the men seems to be strapped onto.

I get pulled past before I can see really what they are doing.

I'm lead all the way to the end of the hall, to another door. He opens it and pulls me in, shutting the door behind us.

This room, is pretty huge.

Against one wall, is a gorgeous king sized bed. On the roof above it, is a giant mirror. Giving the perfect view of the bed.

Hung on the walls is an assortment of things I have never seen, as well as toys, handcuffs and vibrators. There's strapons, a shelf solely just for plugs.

There's so much, I feel dizzy just looking at it. I can't imagine what's going in the other rooms.

"Welcome to The Underground, Sunshine" He turns to me and smiles.

He places a hand on my hip and the other around my neck.

He pulls me close to him.

"A place to explore anything your heart desires" He runs his fingers through my hair.

"It's a little overwhelming" I admit, taking a deep breath.

"You really have no experience with stuff like this, hun?"

I shake my head a little.

He pulls me even closer.

"I will gladly be your guide" He brushes my lips, his arm wrapped around my waist and holding me close to him.

"That is, if you want me to. This definitely isn't a place for everyone" He moves his lips along my jaw and I feel like I'm going to fall over.

I wanted to do this, so badly.

But I didn't even know this guy's name.

I have no idea what I'm getting myself into.

As wild as I may have been as a teenager, never anything to the extent of this.

"If you think this isn't something you want to get yourself into, you don't have to, darling" He chuckled a little and pulled back to look at me.

"I'm not holding you here. Don't feel pressured to stay if you aren't interested" He says seriously, tightening his hold around me.

"Just wanted to show you that there are other worlds out there for you, my love. Yours to explore and discover"

The sweetness in his voice is fucking heart melting.

"This is just a little slice of mine" He smiled at me and bit his lip.

"If you'd like a peice of it, just say the word"

I looked around and then at the man in front of me.

I've been looking for almost a year to find something, anything. I tried finding feelings for my husband again and living the life he wanted.

But there was nothing. No matter how hard I tried, nothing seemed good enough.

Not until I met this mysterious man in front of me.

End of Part 1.

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He kisses me again and then pushes himself onto his knees, sliding his hands up and down my thighs that are on either side of him.

My breathing is heavy, I look up at him.

"I-Im sorry, please, I need you"

He shakes his head a little, his hands gliding along my skin gently.

"Honey, you don't need to apologize" He leans back over me, his lips coming to my jaw.

"I Just wanna hear those sweet little cries while I play with you" I'm so focused on his lips and his words that I don't realize his hand makes its way between my thighs.

It's my first instinct, to cover my mouth. I've been doing it for the last two years, every time I'm intimate with someone.

Before I can, he gently grabs my wrist and pins it down.

I whimper and struggle against his hold for a moment.

His fingers rub up and down gently for a moment before they focus on my clit.

I moan quietly, making him apply more pressure and picking up the pace.

"Oh, fuck-" I moan louder, shivering from the pleasure shooting through me.

"Music to my ears, darling" He whispers, his movements unchanging and making me spiral.

I bring my free hand to his shoulder blade, digging my nails into his skin.

I can feel the climax building, my thighs pulsing.

But, he suddenly removes the pressure and completely slows down.

Without thinking, I whine and wiggle my hips to try and get him back to what he was doing.

He chuckles and kisses me.

"Were you about to come?" He teases, playfully kissing down my cheek until he reaches my lips.

My breathing is uneven, trying to recover and I'm sexually frustrated by his sudden halt.

"Don't worry, my love-" I gasp and then moan when he pushes two fingers into me.

"I'm not finished" He says, his lips now by my ear.

My nails drag down his shoulder blade at the intensity of pleasure I'm suddenly feeling.

He let's go of my hand that he had pinned and quickly brings himself between my legs.

"You try to hide those cute little noises you're making, I stop" He warns.

His fingers slide in and out of me slowly. The euphoria of it, is incredible. It's much more intense.

I watch as he settles himself between my legs again.

He looks up at me and while our eyes our connected he leans in and strokes my clit just once with his tongue.

Holy fuck.

I accidentally yank on his bun and he laughs.

He kisses my thigh, biting it softly.

"Hm, did that feel good, baby?"

He's so teasing and playful but I'm loosing my fucking mind.

I need him, so badly.

"Please" I beg, trying to shuffle myself closer to him.

"Please?" He's still teasing me, his fingers haven't moved since he's changed his position.

"Harry, please make me come"

I'm so desperate, my legs shuffling around trying to get him to give me something.

He hums in response to what I say, finally leaning into me again.

"So tasty, baby. Dripping all over my sheets" He lightly bites the very edge of my inner thigh, his fingers slowly starting to move again.

I grip his bun, trying to pull his lips towards my clit. I don't even need to look at him, I can feel the smile on his lips.

"So desperate, my love. Relax" He whispers, his free hand gently rubbing back and forth on my stomach.

I whimper as his lips ghost over my clit.

Everything is spinning, I can't think straight.

I haven't felt like this, ever. It's incredible.

I feel safe. Completely and utterly. My fear of his judgment is gone.

I just need him, more than fucking anything.

His fingers push so deeply, I groan trying to squeeze my legs together.

"H-Harry" I pull on his hair when his tongue finally presses against me.

It's almost overwhelming, how good it feels.

With each moment that passes, he speeds up. The way he flicks his tongue makes my eyes roll back and I see stars.

His fingers curl every time he pushes into me, and he goes as deep as he can possibly get them.

My vision is blurry, I can't even speak.

Just moaning and crying out at every little lick of his tongue.

I can barely breathe, I'm struggling. My hands are pulling at his very messy hair. His bun beginning to fall out from all my pulling.

I'm so close, so fucking close to exploding.

"Please, don't stop" I look down at him, watching how focused he is on me.

I thank fucking God that his movements are unchanging.

It becomes an overwhelming amount of pleasure. I attempt to pull him away, my stomach in knots as I teeter towards the edge.

His hand that had been gently rubbing my skin, tightens quickly. Holding me in place.

"Harry" I cry, yanking more on his hair as my legs shake. I can't control it. At all.

My whole body tenses up, and the pleasure rips through me.

I've never had someone make it this intense before.

I can't breathe, I can't think.

He still hasn't stopped, but he has gradually slowed down.

I'm almost crying with how good I feel right now.

It's absolutely insane.

Finally he stops, his fingers pulling out of me.

"You've made a mess, baby" He kisses up my hip.

My face burns after I calm down a little bit.

"Not a bad thing, sweetheart" He reassures, his lips reaching my collarbone.

"Would love to do that to you all night" He whispers. I'm still flustered and my breathing is still not completely even.

"You wanna know what listening to you cry in pleasure does to me, Charlotte?" He traces his finger over my lips and then kisses me.

He takes my hand, bringing it down to the very obvious tent in his sweatpants.

"I want to make you cry for me all night, baby" He whispers in my ear, making me even more flustered and shy about it.

I try to compose myself, absolutely not giving up the opportunity to make him feel like I just did.

I slide my hand into his pants biting my lip when I feel just how solid he is.

"That's all because of you" He says to me.

"I want to please you" I look at him, wrapping my hand around him and squeezing just a little.

He takes a breath and then smiles at me.

"How do you want me, love?" He asks, he bites my lip and then kisses me.

I love it so much, his lips. No matter where they are, they feel so good.

I squeeze him again and he groans.

"Stand up" I pull my hand from his pants and gently push him off of me. He does as I say and gets off the bed, standing to his feet.

I get on my knees and shuffle to the edge. I reach out and grab his hips, pulling him right against the edge of the bed.

I push my self up a bit so we are the same height. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull his face closer to me.

"Thank you" I whisper to him, resting my forehead against his.

He wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me closer.

"For what, my love?" I kiss him for just a second.

"Making me feel so comfortable. Really, just everything" He tightens his hold on me.

"You are the most beautiful person I will ever know" I don't want to get emotional, not right now. But his words make me crumble.

"We don't have to do anything else, my love. We can stop, cuddle for the rest of the night" He smiles so sweetly at me.

I shake my head and move my hands down his arms and then I bring them to his hips.

"I want to make you feel good" I say.

"You're so cute" He grabs my cheeks and squishes them, laughing when I push his hands away.

I bring my focus back to his sweats. I pull them down until the pretty tattoos he has are revealed.

"I like these" I say, tracing one with my finger.

"Thank you, honey" He's always been the type to use little pet names. It's always made my heart melt.

I bite my lip and pull them down more until they fall to his ankles, he steps out of them and kicks them away.

"And you say I'm the perfect one" I mumble, running my hands from his hips, up to his chest.

"You are" He says seriously, grabbing my hands and kissing them.

I shake my head a bit and he squeezes my hands.

"You aren't going to change my mind on that" He kisses my hands again and then let's me bring them back to his hips.

I admire him for a few moments and then shuffle back on the bed.

"Sit" He quickly listens to me, getting onto the bed and leaning against the headboard.

I go between his legs, still on my knees.

I trace the tiger on the top of his thigh.

"I haven't been with anyone since.." I trail off, my focus on his tattoo still.

Since I got my diagnosis. It's been 6 months.

As the time has passed, I can feel the change in my body. I can feel myself trying to fight it.

But every month since, I know I'm getting weaker.

"Honestly didn't think I'd ever take the opportunity again" I say softly.

"Im glad it's with you" I look up from the tattoo.

"You mean a lot to me" I admit.

He brings his hand to my cheek and brushes it.

"Charlotte, you are the most extraordinary girl I have ever met" He pulls me to his lips and the kiss is so intimate.

While we kiss, I reach down and wrap my hand around him.

Hes still hard and when I touch him, he breaks our kiss and leans his head back.

I take the opportunity to kiss down his neck and towards his chest.

He takes a shaky breath and I squeeze gently along his length.

He moans and its so exhilarating.

Fuck, I missed this.

Sex, pleasure, love and comfort.

I stripped myself of it all in an effort to protect people.

For the last 6 months, it feels like I've just been waiting for it. Waiting for my body to give out.

But then this, New York City. My fucking dream.

It may not have been Juliard or Carnegie, but I'm still here. Im still living in a dream.

I didn't know it would include this, Harry.

It breaks me, bringing him back into my life.

Pain is inevitable in my situation. But being with him, being in New York has made me realize;

I don't want to die alone.

At the present moment, I want nothing more than to make this man melt into my hands.

I just want him to feel good and think about nothing else.

I shuffle back and get into a more comfy position, almost laying down as my lips come to the leaves on his hips.

"Should I tease you like you teased me?" I ask in a playful tone.

I circle my thumb along his tip. I follow it up with my tongue, but just once.

He groans, his hand running into my hair and tangling his fingers.

I look up at him, his eyes are on me. His mouth open just a little as he takes a deep breath.

"Is that a rhetorical question?" He pulls on my hair a bit. I smile and do it again, but slower. Circling my tongue around his tip.

Hes hard as a rock now.

"Oh-" He moans, his head leaning back again. His fingers loosening in my hair.

I smile more to myself. I want to make him fall apart.

I take the head of his cock into my mouth and suck it softly.

"Oh, fuck" He breathes, I can feel his eyes on me again.

I glance up, his eyes locking onto mine.

I take more of him into my mouth, watching the pleasure come over him.

He groans, gripping more tightly onto my head again.

I look at him for a few more moments before I focus more.

I take him as far as I can, holding him there until I can't breathe.

I pull off of him for just a moment so I can take a breath. But I quickly do it again, taking him as far as I can.

"Holy fuck, baby" His breathing is erratic and his whispy little moans make me feel like jelly.

It gets a little messy, but I don't stop. I can feel adrenaline pumping through me.

I pull up again, but not all the way. I pump him in and out of my mouth.

How anyone could find someone else's pleasure unarousing is insane to me.

I could listen to him all night.

"Baby" He breathes heavily, shuddering a little bit.

"Charlotte, you're going to make me-" I suck harder on his tip and he pulls hard on my hair.

"Shit" He shudders more, and I can feel the layer of sweat that forms on him as he reaches the edge.

I take him as far as I can one more time and he comes.

I swallow what I can and then pull away from him.

I get back onto my knees, still inbetween his legs.

He reaches next to him, a tissue box on his bedside table. He takes one and brings it to my chin, wiping away what is left.

He throws it into a garbage that is a few feet away.

"Fuck, you did so good, my love" He grabs both my cheeks and kisses me.

His tongue teases my lips, brushing along and then avoiding mine when I try to connect them.

I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him closer, pushing my tongue into his mouth.

Both of us groan at the same time. I climb into his lap, once again in a position where my legs were on either side of him.

I liked this position a lot, it allowed for us to be very close.

He wraps his arms around me and pulls my chest right up against him.

"You are so fucking perfect" He whispers, both of us breathing hard from the kiss we just shared.

My stomach does flips.

I run my hands from the back of his neck down to his shoulders. I bring them to his chest and for a moment, I rest my palm against the beating of his heart.

I focus on it, feeling relaxed and comforted.

"I didn't know what to think when you showed up tonight" I admit to him. I pull his forehead against my own. I brush his lips.

"I'm scared" I close my eyes and hold him tighter.

"Why are you scared, love?" He lightly runs his nails up and down my back.

"I-I don't want to hurt you" I try really hard not to get emotional about it.

It's difficult. I want to protect him but there's no way this is going to end in anyone's favour. I don't want to break his heart.

"Charlotte, honey" He grabs my cheeks and makes me look at him.

"Look at me" He says seriously. I open my eyes and meet his.

"You are not going to hurt me, you need to stop thinking that. This is my choice and whatever happens, nothing is your fault" He holds my face, staring at me.

"I promise you, love, no matter how hard it gets I'm going to be there" I try even harder not to tear up.

"Okay?" He brushes my cheeks with his thumbs.

I nod at him, knowing my voice is going to break if I talk.

His kiss is much softer than the previous one.

"No matter how busy I get, I don't care. You are one of my priorities" He's dead serious and I know that.

"I'm not putting my life on hold, princess. I know you wouldn't let me, even if I wanted too. Which I do. I want to shut out the world and spend as time with you as I can" I shake my head and hold him tightly.

"I know, Charlotte" He sighs and kisses me again.

"Every bit of free time I get, is going to be with you. Hopefully your mum doesn't mind" Now he smiles and to lighten the air, he tickles my waist.

"She's going to be over the moon, honestly" I whisper to him.

She hates the way I've cut almost everyone I cared about out of my life.

I don't want to admit it, but I know she can see how much it's tearing me apart. Being alone.

"She's always loved you" I smile at him. I slide my fingers up into his hair and pull on the tie that's barely holding his hair together. It's so messy and he looks so cute.

He smiles back at me and runs his hands through his hair, trying to fix it.

He takes the tie from me and without much effort, puts his hair back into a messy bun.

"You do that better than me" I push away some of the strands he missed. He smiles, placing his hands on my waist and massaging back and forth.

"My hairs longer" He teases, digging his finger tips into my waist and then kissing me.

I deepen it a bit, grabbing his cheeks and trying to pull him closer.

It's gets hot, his tongue quickly finding its way to connect with mine. He runs a hand up into my hair and the other lightly claws down my back.

My hands are in his hair, completely messing it up again.

It just feels so good and I'll do anything to have him closer to me.

He pulls back, giving me sweet little kisses when I try to pull him back to me.

He takes my hands and places them on his cheeks.

"Relax, my darling. I'm not going to disappear" He reassures, kissing my nose.

"I'm sorry" I whisper, pulling his forehead against my own.

"Stop apologizing" He rubs his nose against mine.

"I just want you to be relaxed, I promise Charlotte, I'm not going anywhere"

He whispers to me, and it takes everything in me not to cry.

The last 6 months of my life have flown by. I only have half, if that, left.

"I don't want to be alone" I whisper, admitting it to both him and myself.

"Oh, honey" He hugs me so tightly and it takes every ounce of strength I have not to immediately start bawling my eyes out.

"You aren't alone, Charlotte" He kisses along my cheek, still holding me so tight.

"You won't be alone, I promise my fucking life on that" He says, his lips against my skin.

"Okay?" He pulls back, his hand grabbing my face and making me look at him.

"You won't be alone" He says again, staring directly into my eyes.

I nod. Kissing him softly. I can't do anything else or I am going to be a wreck and I don't want to ruin this.

"I won't leave you" He kisses along my neck, his hands running along my skin wherever he can to comfort me.

I place my hand on his cheek, gently directing his lips back to my own.

It's much more soft and sweet.

"I just want you close to me" I run my hands up into hair, pulling it lightly.

"I know, my love" He kisses me again, deepening it just slightly but keeping it soft.

We kiss for sometime before he pulls back just a bit.

"You are so stunning" He says against my lips.

He brings his thumb up to brush my bottom lip. I bite him playfully and he smiles.

"Tell me what you want" He says.

"I want you" I kiss him.

We've kissed so much tonight and I adored it. Just thinking about Harry makes me want to smile. He's the sweetest man I know.

He hums in response to what I say and slides his hand down until he reaches between my thighs.

"Is this okay, baby?" He wonders, his fingers tracing circles on my inner thigh. I nodded, my thighs already tensing before he even touches me.

With just a single finger he traces my skin and lightly glides it over my clit. The little pressure makes me twitch.

He presses down harder and circles it with his finger tip. I shiver and moan quietly.

"I have condoms in my drawer-" My nails dig into his shoulder, his finger still sending shivers through me.

"We don't have to use one" I whisper, my breathing a little shaky.

"I, um can't get pregnant. And I'm clean, of course" I try to be playful about it, but the reality of it is fucking heartbreaking.

Having a family is something I dreamed about as a kid. Having my own little me.

He pulls his hand from me and rubs my thigh gently.

"Only if you want that" I add softly, trying not let myself think about the fact I'll never have my own family.

He kisses my forehead and wraps his hand around the back of my neck.

"Push yourself up a bit for me, darling" I listen to him, using his shoulders and pushing myself up onto my knees. It makes me a little taller than him.

He glances up and smiles at me.

He brings a hand to my hip, his other coming down as well. He guides my hip down towards the head of his cock. Gently he sinks into me.

He's still soft, be he holds me there and I can feel him getting hard.

"Fuck" Both of his hands are on my hips now. He rocks me be back and forth a little bit and I groan, nails clawing at his shoulders.

In a matter of moments, he's completely hard. I can't even describe how good it feels.

"Does it feel good, baby? Do you like feeling me get hard inside of you?" He whispers in my ear.

He lifts my hips a bit and pulls me back down, pushing himself as deep as he could. I gasp, both my arms wrapping around his neck.

"Hm, my love?" He squeezes my hips and does it again, but pulling me almost all the way off of him. When he pushes me back down, he moves his hips sharply at the same.

I moan more loudly, attempting to find words to say to him.

"P-please don't stop, it feels amazing" I whisper to him, my fingers tangling in his very messy hair. It's almost falling out again.

"You feel fucking incredible, Charlotte" He controls my movements, finding a rhythm of lifting me up and pulling me hard back down onto him. I can't focus on anything. Every thrust makes me weak.

I whimper and pull harder on his hair, my head resting on his shoulder. I kiss gently along his collar bone.

One more time he lifts me up, and I cry out and bite down on his shoulder when he roughly brings me back down.

"Fuck" He lifts me off of him and I whine. He chuckles a little bit and holds me tightly.

"What?" He teases, tickling my hips.

"I need you" I whine, grinding my hips against him.

He chuckles more and grabs me, rolling us over until hes on top of me.

"Jesus, you are so fucking cute" He kisses me and it's the sweetest thing. I can feel him smiling and I can't help but smile too.

He kisses my nose and his smile is so big.

"Roll onto your stomach for me, baby" He kisses me again softly. He gets up onto his knees giving me enough room to roll onto my stomach for him.

"Everything about you, darling. You're so, so perfect" He straddles the back of my thighs for a moment before his knee pushes my legs apart. He leans over me, his lips connecting to the back of my shoulder.

His hand runs down my side until he reaches my leg, gently he pushes them further apart.

I grip onto the pillow I'm laying on when I feel his cock rubbing against me. He slowly pushes into me and I bury my head into the pillow, groaning at the incredible pleasure this position gives to me.

Everything about it is amazing, his chest is right up against me and he's so warm.

He starts off slowly, pushing so deeply.

I bite down on the pillow, groaning into it.

Its not long before he picks up the pace. He tangles his fingers into my hair and gently pulls my head up from the pillow.

"I want to hear it, darling" I cry out when thrusts into me harder.

"You feel so good, my love. Can feel you squeezing my cock" He leaves messy, wet kisses along my shoulder blade.

In a swift movement, he wraps both arms completely around me and lifts both of us up. In the process he pulls out of me, but he's quick in thrusting back into me.

He leans back onto his knees, both arms still wrapped around me and holding me against his chest. He raises a hand up to my face and turns my head to kiss me.

It's very messy, and even though he's not moving his hips much in this position, he's so deep inside of me.

"I want you to come with me" He pulls his lips from mine and kisses down my neck.

His hand slides down my front, stopping for a moment at my breast. He squeezes it, his fingers lightly playing with my nipple. I moan, feeling even more weak from just the simple little pleasure.

He's still buried completely inside of me, he places his hand on my stomach and rocks me back and forth a little bit. I lay my head back against his shoulder.

He plays with my nipple for a few more moments before squeezing my breast and lowering his hand to my stomach. He rubs back and forth.

I place my hand on his and squeeze it.

"I wanna stay buried in you all night, princess. You're so warm" He kisses behind my ear and makes his way down towards my shoulder.

He suddenly pulls me off of him and I groan at the feel of him sliding out of me.

"Lay on your back" He says and I quickly listen to him, turning my self over and laying on my back.

He's above me, watching.

He smiles and grabs my thighs, pulling me towards him. He lifts one of my thighs up against his hip and leans over me.

"You are beautiful, Charlotte" He kisses me softly and I lift my other thigh up against him.

I use my legs to pull him down against me and he smiles while we kiss.

"Want to come with me, baby?" He kisses both my cheeks, making me smile.

I place my hands on his shoulders, running them up and down his skin.

"Please" I slide one hand into his hair. I bite my lip and watch as he reaches between us and wraps his hand around his cock.

I glance up at him, his eyes closed as he gently massages my clit with the head of his dick.

I moan, pulling his hair slightly.

He continues to do it for a few more strokes before finally lowering himself and pushing into me.

"Fuck" We say it at the same time and I can't help but start laughing. He chuckles at me.

He thrusts hard, my little fit of laughter turning into a gasp. My nails already dragging down his shoulder blade.

He smirks and does it again, thrusting deep into me. I groan, my legs tightening hard

around him.

"You're squeezing my cock so hard baby, you're going to make me come" He whispers in my ear, continuing with the harsh movement of his hips. My toes curl at the pleasure in my stomach.

I thought him going down on me was intense, but this feels fucking insane. Every thrust hits so deep, I don't know what to do with myself.

Being so close to him just makes everything better. I can feel the knots in my stomach, the pleasure is overwhelming.

"H-Harry" I whimper, I lower my hand to his hip, digging my nails into him.

I cry out when his pace gets faster. I pull harder on his hair and he smiles against my cheek.

"You going to come for me, Charlotte?" I can't talk and I feel embarrassed by the sounds I do make.

I've never had an orgasm like this before, I can feel it spreading from my toes all the way up.

"Fuck" He groans and kisses me for a moment.

His pace doesn't alter and I know I'm about to come.

"Oh, god. Harry" I yank hard on his hair, I can feel my legs shaking.

"Holy shit, baby" He kisses down my jaw, biting down.

I tense up, crying out in pleasure and he doesn't stop. He fucks me through the intense climax and within seconds of my own, he thrusts hard, burying himself completely inside of me.

"Fuck, Charlotte" Both of us are breathing hard. He lifts his head from my shoulder and looks down at me.

I'm still tense, my body pulsing.

I loosen the grip I have in his hair and on his hip.

"Just relax, my darling" He smiles and kisses me. He brings his hand up to my cheek and brushes it with his thumb.

"That was really intense" I'm still trying to catch my breath.

"Felt so fucking good coming with you" He brushes my lip and smiles even more.

He kisses me one last time before rolling off of me.

"I have a really nice jacuzzi upstairs, would you like me to run you a bath?" He turns on his side and places his hand on my lower stomach. I twitch a little bit, my body still reeling.

He rubs softly and it's so soothing. I turn my head to look at him.

"Are you going to join me?" I wonder, he smiles.

"Only if you want me to, love" I nod a little bit.

He looks over me for a few moments and then gets off the bed. I watch him walk over to his closet.

He's so gorgeous.

He grabs a bathrobe and puts it on, then he grabs another and walks back out to me.

"You have a cute butt" I crawl to the edge of the bed and then stand up.

He laughs and sets the robe on the bed, he places his hands on my hips and then lowers them to my ass.

"So do you" He kisses me and lightly squeezes his hands. He playfully slaps me and then let's me put on the robe he brought out.

"Come on" He takes my hand, leading me out of his bedroom.

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"Did you ever apply to Juilliard?" He wonders after a while of silence.

The bathroom upstairs was just as stunning as the other. But instead of a shower, there was a huge bathtub the resembled a hot tub.

I'm resting against his chest, our legs tangled together under the water. He's got his arms wrapped around me.

I stay quiet, I haven't talked about this with anyone. Not even with my mom.

She knows I got the letter. I got it a month after I found out I was sick again.

I had auditioned not long before that.

I tear up thinking about it.

My ultimate goal from the time I learned my first symphony was to one day audition for Juliard.

"I'm sorry, love" He whispers, holding me tighter.

"We don't have to talk about it" He brushes my skin comfortingly.

"Mum begged me to open it the day I got my letter" I don't turn to look at him, because tears are already running down my cheeks.

"B-But I can't" I whisper, sniffling a little bit.

"I don't want to know" He sits up more in the tub, bringing me with him. He tightens his hold around my stomach and pulls my back against his chest.

I cry more, holding his arms.

"I'm sorry, baby. I shouldn't have brought it up" He kisses along my shoulder.

"I-Its okay" I run my nails up and down his arm.

"I carry it everywhere I go" I look down into the water and wipe away the tears still on my face.

"For good luck, it's in my violin case. There wasn't a chance I wouldn't bring it to New York with me" He still leaving soft kisses on my skin.

"I like to think that it's an acceptance letter"

I try not to start crying again.

I want to read it, more than anything. But I know it would break me if I got rejected. I don't want to die knowing that. The risk is too high. So instead, I hope and pray that this letter I carry around is my dream coming true.

"There's not a doubt in my mind" He says.

"You are so talented, Charlotte" He brings his hand to my face and lifts it up to look at him.

"I've never seen someone perform the way you do, it's divine" He kisses me and brushes his thumb under my eye, wiping away the tears that fall.

It's an emotional night. I haven't felt love like this in a long time.

It's coming to an end, the night.

Now we are laying in his bed, comfy under the blankets.

"I'm going to fly back to London with you and your mum" He's got his head on my chest, my hand is playing with his hair.

"If that's alright with you, darling" He glances up at me and I can see his eyes glistening.

"I want to spend whatever time I can with you"

I can't even imagine the grief he's feeling.

Knowing you have to say goodbye to someone before they are even gone.

It's pain I wouldn't wish on anyone.

"Can I tell you something?" I ask, I place my hand on his cheek and look down at him. He nods at me, lightly kissing me for a moment.

"I love you"

When I say it, I watch the tears in his eyes glisten even more.

"You are the most selfless person I know, Harry and I don't know any other way to express to you how much you mean to me" I kiss him again, even softer than before.

When I open my eyes and pull back, he's crying.

"I don't know how I'm going to do this" He curls himself around me, holding onto me.

"I love you too, so much" I run my fingers through his hair, trying to comfort him.

"I don't want to loose you" He holds onto me like I'm going to disappear right now.

I try to keep it together, but it's hard. I can see how upset he is and it breaks my heart.

"We have time, I promise. We aren't saying goodbye right now" I reassure him.

"It's not fair" He's shaking his head and tightening his hold even more.

"I know, baby. It's not fair. I'm so sorry" I whisper.

"I just got you back" He looks away from me and cries into my chest. I hug him tightly to me, holding him and letting him cry.

It's gut wrenching, I can feel how shaky he is and I can feel his tears on my skin.

"I'll always be grateful to you" I say quietly, scratching his back lightly.

"You make me so happy, Harry. I'm not alone anymore" He looks up at me.

"I'm not leaving your side" He kisses me and it's delicate, his breathing still uneven.

"I don't want to be sad" He whispers to me.

"I want to be happy, for you. I want to show you my favourite parts of the world and give you everything" He kisses me again.

"Would you let me do that?" He asks, his lips brushing over mine.

"What do you mean?" I ask, caressing his cheek.

"If you could go anywhere, where would you go?" He asks.

I've never thought about it. Not since I got sick.

New York is one of many places I dreamed to visit. But there are so many.

"Vienna is the classical music center of the world. All of the greats traveled there and created some of the world's greatest music" I smile thinking about it.

I've done so many musical studies and Vienna is so rich in musical culture.

Now that's a dream.

"Let me take you" He kisses me, again. I pull back from him.

"What?" He smiles at me.

"I want to take you to Vienna" I look at him, not knowing how to respond. I'm speechless.

"Harry" I whisper.

"Please, I want to make as many of your dreams come true as I can" I can't help it, I tear up.

"Let me spoil you, please" He leans up and kisses my forehead.

"I can't ask you to do that for me, Harry"

I'd do anything to travel before I can't. But I can't ask Harry to do that.

"You don't have to ask, I want to. I want to do this for you, Charlotte" He kisses up my cheek towards my ear.

"I love you, darling. I want you to see what the world has to offer before.." He cuts himself off and I don't blame him. I don't want to say it either.

"There's a lot of hoops we'll have to go through" He smiles.

"I'd do anything for you, my love" He kisses my lips.

"Let's get some sleep, I want to take you out for breakfast. Might have another little surprise for you" His sleepy little smile is so sweet.

"Surprise?" I wonder.

"Sh, go to sleep" He places his hand over my mouth and I chuckle.

I get comfy with him, my breathing making him pass out within a few minutes.

I play with his hair, my heart is melting and shattering at the same time.

I don't ever want to say goodbye to him.

The thought of getting to travel with him makes my stomach flutter. He appreciates culture and music just as much as I do.

I don't think he realizes just how amazing of human being he is.

I didn't think it was possible to fall completely and hopelessly in love in just a night.

Perhaps it's love I've always had for him.

He was the first of love of my life and now he's going to be my last.

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I sincerely hope you enjoyed this story as much as I enjoyed writing it. This idea is especially close to my heart as it's one I've had for years. Thank you so much for taking the time to read the stories I create. I'm not an author or anything, by any means. I just enjoy expressing myself through stories. It's a therapy for me, so thank you to everyone who has taken the time to read. ♡

TPWK.

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Affliction • Part 2

Warning; Sex and Sadness

Word count - Part 2 - 6.1k

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The ride back to my place is quiet. I hum along to the radio and circle my thumb around the back of her hand.

I pull into the garage of my apartment and find my spot. I hold her hand for a moment longer and then let go, parking the car.

We sit in silence for a moment and I can't figure out what to say. I open the car door and get out. I walk to her side and open the door for her. I take her violin and sling it over my shoulder. Then, I reach for her hand again.

Mostly just to comfort her. I want to make her feel safe.

I guide her through the garage and into the building.

We pass the doorman and he smiles, I glance at Charlotte. Despite her emotional state, she smiles brightly at the man. She's such a sweetheart, always smiling and trying to bring people up.

I swipe my keycard at the elevator and we wait for it to come.

"Thank you" She says when we step in.

"For what?" I wonder, squeezing her hand.

"I don't know, hanging out with me. Being so paitent with me" She whispers, looking at her feet.

The elevator opens up to my apartment and I pull her in. It closes and I back her up against it.

"Darling" I say, cupping both of her cheeks.

"You don't need to thank me for hanging out with you" Her cheeks heat up and she tries to look away from me. I don't let her. I look at her and smile.

"I want to be with you, reconnecting with you has been so lovely" I squish her cheeks until she's giggling and pushing my hands away. Her smile is breathtaking.

"I mean it, Charlotte" I say to her.

"Thank you" She says again and I laugh, reaching out and poking her waist.

"Stop that" I tickle her and she laughs. She slaps away my hand.

"Your home is beautiful by the way" She says, stepping away from me and looking around.

"It's insane that this is inside of an apartment building, my brain isn't quite comprehending it" I smile and watch her look around.

She's so curious, spinning around to look over the whole space.

"There's an upstairs?" She looks at me, the sweetest smile on her face.

"It's mostly a mess up there" I say, walking in and making my way to the kitchen.

I set her violin on the counter.

I loved this apartment, whole floor was an open plan.

"Would you like a drink?" I ask, pulling out a bottle of wine from the fridge.

"Yes, thank you" She sits across from me on a stool.

I pour some for her and slide it over.

"What would you like to do tonight?" I ask, leaning over the counter on the opposite side of her.

"I have some snacks, we could go hang out in my room and watch a movie?" Shes still looking around my home, sipping from her wine glass.

"I miss our little movie nights" She looks at me and smiles, pushing the glass back towards me.

I chuckle a bit.

"Would you like some more, Darling?" I ask, her smile is sheepish and she nods.

"I haven't had a good glass of wine in a while" I can see it relaxing her, she's less tense than she was.

I smile at her and pour some into the glass, she watches it. I stop and glance at her but her eyes are trained on the glass. I pour some more into it until she glances at me.

I laugh at her and she sticks her tongue out at me. She reaches over the counter and pulls the glass towards her.

It's so fucking nice to see her being playful.

A trait I adore about her.

I turn around and look through some cupboards until I find a bowl and a bag of caramel popcorn I know I have hidden away.

I walk back over to the island. She's quietly sipping her wine, she was watching me. I knew because when I turned around, she quickly glanced away from me.

I don't say anything, I just smile.

Shes so cute, just sitting there with her wine.

It's already halfway gone. She seems, happier.

I dump the bag of popcorn into the bowl and then grab my glass.

"Come on, my bedroom is over there" I say. She grabs her glass and hops off the stool.

I keep on looking at her, admiring her. I couldn't help it. She's so gorgeous.

I lead her towards my bedroom, opening the door.

"Wow, this is an awesome apartment" She says, without being shy, I watch as she steps around the room and looks around. She makes her way to my bed and sits down.

"Thanks, darling" I sit next to her on the bed and grab the remote.

"Any suggestions?" I ask, turning my head to look at her. I watched as she got herself comfy on my bed.

She went to set her wine glass on the bedside table on her side and then started giggling.

"What?" I ask, smiling at the sweet sound of her laughing to herself.

She turned towards me with a little peice of paper in her hand.

"Call me, babe" She teases in a mocking voice, giggling in between her words.

"What?" I take it from her and look at it, looking at the words scribbled on it.

Now I feel flustered. I quickly crumple it up and toss it into my garbage.

I'm usually pretty good with hiding the remains of a casual hookup.

She was still giggling like a kid and I poke her.

"Shut up" I say, making her laugh.

"I'm not judging you, Harry. I'm just tipsy and annoying and you look cute all flustered" I take her hand and lace our fingers together.

"You have no idea how much I enjoy seeing you so giggly and happy" I bring her hand to my lips and kiss the back of it softly, Her cheeks turning pink.

I keep her hand close to my lips and smile at her.

I can't get over how stunning she is. She's unbelievably beautiful.

"You played so beautifully tonight, Charlotte" I whisper to her softly. I kiss her hand again.

[Charlotte's POV]

"Sick?" His tone is confused. I remember my mom reacting like this when the doctor confirmed.

"What do you mean it's back?"

She repeated it over and over again until she was in tears.

"D-Do you remember when I told you about what happened to me when I was young?"

I hold his hand just as tight as he's holding mine.

I look down at my hands, suddenly feeling the angry side of my grief.

"I got diagnosed at 18 months" I don't want to explain it out.

Everytime I think about it, I can feel my anger go almost out of my control. I fought for my life until I was 4.

I beat it, I kicked cancer in the ass and survived.

It's not fair, a child having to go through that.

My heart breaks, watching the puzzle peice together in his head. The color draining from his face when he realizes.

I tear up again and hold his hand to my chest.

"I am so sorry, Harry. I should have told you at the hall. I should have let you make a decision before-" I stop myself from talking before I mention our kiss.

I shouldn't have led him on like this.

"Stop, darling" He whispers to me, he pulls me into another hug. He hugs me so tight I feel like I'm going to burst.

"Don't apologize to me" His voice is much softer, almost shaky. I hate it.

He rubs my back gently and then pulls back.

"My love" He strokes my cheek. I can see the pain in his eyes and I wish I could take it back.

He leans forward and rests his forehead against mine. He closes his eyes and breathes softly. He goes from stroking my cheek to playing with my hair.

"I-um-"

He hasn't once stumbled on his words tonight. It's rare, a signal that something is wrong.

He takes a deep breath and then looks at me.

"How long do you have?"

I did not want to answer this question.

Knowing even an approximate date of your final moments, it's terrifying.

I didn't want him carrying it. That terrible anxiety. I see how it eats away at my mother, especially as each week passes.

"Harry, I can't-" He cuts me off and grabs my cheeks.

"Please, Charlotte. I want to know how much time you have" He has a desperate look on his face.

"I need to know how much time I have left with you" He whispers, pulling my face so close.

I shake my head suddenly, realizing what he meant.

"Harry, you don't have to do this" I try not to start crying again. I don't want him to put his life on hold for me. That is out of the question.

"And what I mean by that, is, I'm not going to let you-" I say to him.

"How long?" He asks, ignoring what I said.

He makes me look at him.

His face is serious, his eyes staring directly into mine.

"Eight months, maybe" I mumble and his eyes get brighter as he fights the tears.

"Six to eight" I say, if he wants to know. He should know the whole truth. We don't really know. It's an estimate.

"It's an estimate, Harry, I don't know" I'm trying so fucking hard not to cry and I can see him doing the same.

"So it could be longer?"

Fuck.

It was the exact fucking words my sister said when she found out.

She knows now how unrealistic it is, but I can see it in her eyes. That splinter of hope that just maybe, my broken body will fix itself.

"Harry" I whisper.

"Baby" I try to compose myself so I can let him process his emotions.

I make him let go of me and wrap my arms around his neck. I slide my fingers into his hair and gently scratch his scalp.

"I will never forget tonight because of you" I say to him, trying to smile just a bit.

"I feel like I'm in a dream, with you and I dont want to wake up" I bring one of my hands from his hair to his cheek.

I stroke it gently.

I really have never known a man like him.

"Harry, my body is fighting, so fucking hard" I pull him just a bit closer.

"I am fighting so hard" I want to cry, more than anything right now.

I am, fighting so fucking hard.

But I know, that it is a battle out of my control. I have gone in every direction I can to lead a healthy lifestyle, I'm still loosing.

"But I can't control it, Harry"

We are so close again. I scratch lightly at his scalp, my hand still resting on his cheek.

"With the rate it's progressing, I'm-" I cut myself off before I say it.

"My body can't handle it"

This time, I pull him to me for a hug. He buries himself against me, his arms wrapping around my waist.

It's very difficult, but I keep myself composed. I take deep breaths, steadying myself by running my fingers through his hair.

I let him stay there as long as he wants, switching from rubbing his back to playing with his hair.

I don't want to let him go.

This is a pain I wouldn't wish on anyone. I want to take his pain away, so bad. Part of me wishes this wasn't happening.

After some time, he pulls back from me.

"I'm not leaving your side" He mumbles, looking at me.

"And I don't care what you say, I know I'm busy but you don't need to worry about that. I will figure it out"

He leans into my hand that's still placed on his face.

"Harry, you don't have-" He cuts me off, kissing me.

It's short and sweet.

"I want to" He says and then I kiss him.

Hes got the biggest heart. I care about him, so fucking much.

I don't want him to do this, to put himself through all the pain that's going to come.

My suffering isn't what I care about.

Watching what this is doing to the people who know, breaks me more than anything else.

As we kiss, I feel love. Peacefulness.

Comfort.

It's a delicate kiss, it begins with soft touches but with every moment it gets more hasty.

Fuck, it feels really good.

So good, I hope he doesn't stop. I pull him closer to me, desperate to hold onto the pleasure swimming in my stomach.

I haven't been close to someone like this in a long time.

He breaks it, pulling back from me.

"Sorry, love" He traces his thumb over my lip.

"If Im being pushy, please, tell me" I can't help but smile at him.

He's so cute.

I kiss his thumb.

"I kissed you, why are you apologizing to me?" I poke his cheek and he smiles too.

"I just don't want you thinking I have ill intentions"

My face warms up at him mentioning the subject out loud.

I haven't slept with anyone since my ex.

"Do you?" I wonder, trying to be playful.

"Do I what?" He asks, a puzzled look on his face.

"Do you-" I almost chicken out at my attempt of flirting with him, but I glance at him and then smile.

"Have 'ill' intentions?" I look at him seriously and then start giggling and poke him. He chuckles and then takes my hand.

"My only intention is to make you feel safe" He kisses the back of my hand and smiles so sweetly at me.

"You have" I say, kissing his cheek softly.

"Thank you for that" He stares at me for a moment and then kisses me.

When he pulls back, he has such a cute grin on his face.

"This has nothing to do with our previous conversation" I can hear the teasing tone in his voice.

"Would you like to stay the night, darling?"

I think he can see my face warming up again because he smirks.

"I was thinking we could go out for breakfast and then I could take you to some of my favorite little spots" His smirk turns into a softer smile.

"Or I could take you back and pick you up in the morning. Either way, you are going to be stuck with me tomorrow" I squeeze his hand and look at him.

He's so pretty. Everything about him is so soft.

"I want to stay with you" I say.

"How about, we get comfy and watch a movie?" He suggested, standing up from his position next to me. I cling to his hand for a moment and then let go.

"I'd like that" I say nodding.

"Would you like some clothes to sleep in?" I nod again and he smiles. He reaches out and brushes my cheek for a moment before turning around and walking towards a double door.

I stay sitting on the edge of the bed, looking into my lap.

I can't believe where I am right now.

And when Harry looks back and smiles at me, I know I wouldn't want to be any where else.

I watch as he opens the double door, revealing a stunning walk in closet. I look around his room, admiring the little touches he's made to make it home.

I glance to the closet, the sight of his shirt coming off catching my attention.

I knew he had tattoos, but holy shit.

I watch as he fiddles with his belt and begins to take it off, before he does, he looks up.

Instantly his eyes meet mine, he smiles at me and then closes the door.

"Unless you want me to keep it open" He teases from behind the door.

I look back into my lap, my face red as a fucking tomato.

Hes grown up a lot. My face goes even more red when I feel heat between my legs. I shuffle a little and smooth out my dress, taking a deep breath.

I try to clear my head of the images going through it.

"Here you go, my love" I look up when he walks out, hoping my face still isn't on fire.

Hes wearing a muscle shirt and sweat pants, his hair now pulled back into a bun.

I don't know the logic in him dressing down and looking even more attractive.

He places some clothes into my hand.

"You can go change in the bathroom, it's through the door over there" He motions to a door on the other side of the room.

"Thank you" I whisper, standing up from the bed and taking the clothes. I walk over to the door and open it, walking in.

Holy shit. It's probably the most stunning bathroom I've ever seen. A whole quarter of it alone is just the shower.

I turn to look in the mirror, I wipe off what little makeup is left on my face and then begin the struggle of taking off my dress.

I loved it, white with vintage lace. Just the damn zipper.

I struggle for a while before giving up and trudging out of the bathroom.

Harry looks up and smiles at me.

"What? Having some trouble?" He chuckles at the look on my face and walks over to me.

"You look so cute with that annoyed little look on your face" He places his hands on my hips and gently turns me around.

"And you looked absolutely stunning in this dress tonight" He lightly squeezes my hips.

I look at my hands, biting my lip.

He plays with the little clasp and then slowly pulls the zipper down all the way to the end of it.

We stand in silence for a second and then I turn around.

"Thank you" I can't help it, my face is lighting up like a Christmas light.

I quickly go back into the bathroom and change.

I look in the full length mirror behind me, running my fingers through my hair. He gave me a long white t-shirt and some boxer shorts.

They smelled like him, I smile just a little. I hug my arms against my stomach and enjoy the warmth I feel wearing his clothes.

I walk back out into the bedroom.

"Need some help getting your head into the right hole?" He asks, teasing me as I walk over to him.

"Shut up" I say, going to tickle his waist. I get him a little but he quickly grabs my arms and turns me around, holding my arms against my stomach.

"Not a chance, sweetheart" He says, resting his chin on my shoulder with a stupid grin on his face.

"Only works when I don't see it coming" He pointed out, lightly kissing my cheek. It is really hard not to completely melt over the way he is holding me.

"Next time you won't see it coming" I turn my face to look at him and he smiles even more.

It isn't a lie, he really does have the prettiest and brightest smile.

He hums and holds me tighter against him.

"Is that so? I guess I'm just going to have to keep you here all night"

Hes so playful and sweet, my stomach is fluttering.

It goes quiet for a moment and he just looks at me with the cutest smile. He kisses my cheek again and then let's go of me.

He crawls onto the bed and I do the same.

We sit next to eachother in silence for a while.

"I hope you know how deeply I care about you, Charlotte" He laces our fingers together.

"I'm still, processing" He turns to look at me.

"And along with that, I apologize for how clingy I might be" He smiles at me, but I know it's painful.

"Hey" I say to him, placing my hand on his cheek.

"I will be here to help you process it, alright? We don't have to talk about it right now, we can wait" I brush it softly in an effort to give him comfort. He needs it more than me.

I want to comfort him in any way I can.

He nods and closes his eyes. I watch him relax as I brush his cheek back and forth.

"You look, cute with the bun" I say.

I watch him smile, his eyes still closed. He looks peaceful.

I admire his features, he's got such a delicate looking face. He's so soft, everything about him. He's warm, his lips are warm.

I look at them.

God, I just want to kiss him.

I place my thumb on the edge of his lips, stopping myself from tracing them but I want to so bad.

I can't get over how pretty he is. He's always been, but the more he matures he just seems to get prettier.

In a hotter, more buff way.

But still, just, pretty.

I love it. I love him, in so many ways.

I glance away from his lips when I realize how long I've been staring at them.

I look back to his eyes and see that they are open. He's still got a sweet smile on his face.

"What are you thinking about?" He wondered, knowing I was just staring at his lips for the last 30 seconds.

He moves his face closer to me and I try to keep myself from getting flustered.

"You're pretty" I whisper and he just smiles even more.

"Thank you, darling"

Again, we are so close and I feel dizzy.

"What are you thinking about?" I ask, feeling the nerves starting to come on.

"Should I be honest?" He asks, managing to move his face closer to me. If I breathe, he'll feel it.

I nod a little bit, scared to breathe at all.

"I-" He runs his fingers along my jaw.

"Would really like to kiss you" His thumb outlines my bottom lip.

"Of course, only if you-"

I cut him off, closing the small space left between us and kissing him.

The butterflies in my stomach almost make me nauseous.

Fuck, it's amazing.

He runs his fingers up into my hair, gripping the back of my head and pushing me closer to him.

I'm so nervous, my hands are shaky and I try to steady them by placing them on his chest.

I hold onto his shirt, all of my senses are completely focused on him

He pulls his head back for a second and brings his hand to my cheek and then down to my waist. His other hand comes to my other side.

He brings me into his lap, my legs on either side of his thighs.

Deja vu brings me back to our first kiss of the night.

I ended up in his lap just like this. But now, my mind is some what at ease. He knows, I don't have to stress.

But it's so scary because I know how passionately this man loves.

I know how attached he can get to things and how hard it hits him when he looses something.

I watched him grow at one of the most pivotal parts in anyone's life. I know he hasn't changed.

He was born like this, pure hearted. Even when he makes mistakes, he's never had bad intentions.

He doesn't have a mean bone in his body, his first instinct is kindness. I love that, so much about him.

But it makes me terrified to take him on this journey. Because the ending is not going to be easy. For anyone.

"You okay, Charlotte?" His finger tips are running along my cheek, bringing me out of my head. I look at him and smile.

I lightly kiss him and nod.

"I'm okay" I say, resting my forehead against his.

"More than that" I say and he smiles back at me.

"You're comfy" I say, wiggling my hips a little and running my hands down his chest.

One of his hands is still on my hip, I feel his grip tighten just slightly.

I realize what I did and my face burns.

"I'm sorry" I whisper and he just continues to smile at me.

"It's okay, darling" He grabs my chin and makes me look him in the eyes.

He brushes my cheek and then kisses me so lightly.

"Just really enjoying having you so close to me" He wraps his arm around my back and pulls me closer.

"I do also happen to enjoy kissing you" My face is burning even more now.

I know, very much so, that he's not expecting anything to happen. But I don't think I'd mind, especially with him.

"I could stay in this position all night, just admiring you, kissing you and listening to you talk to me"

I'm so flustered by his sweetness I can't talk.

I don't know what to say, he's so fucking sweet.

"I like being close to you too" I run my hands up until I have his face in between them.

I kiss him, my heart pounding out of my chest when I do.

It starts off slow.

Soft kisses becoming messy and more desperate.

Neither of us pull back, he's got me in a tight hold against him and then his other hand is cupping my cheek.

I wouldn't mind, sleeping with him. As selfish as it sounds. I haven't done anything in so long and being in this position with him feels so nice.

I cant even imagine how good it would feel. Especially with Harry. He was my first for a lot.

I kiss him harder, not bothering to allow myself to breathe.

I just, wanted him.

I don't want to be anywhere else but here with him. It feels like we are the only two people on the planet.

With intent, I wiggle around a bit and make myself more comfy in his lap. I move around for just a tad longer than I should.

He moves his lips from mine and leaves light kisses until he reaches my ear.

"Are you trying to turn me on, darling?"

My stomach does flips, I didn't know he'd call me out on the spot like that.

He stays close to my ear, still leaving soft kisses around my jaw and neck.

My grip on him is tight, pleasure is swimming through me at just his little kisses.

"Hm?" He pulls back to look at me, a smirk on his face.

"Maybe" I breathe, feeling lightheaded.

"Are you sure about this, Charlotte?" He pushes my hair out of my face and holds my chin.

I kiss him for just a moment.

"It's okay" I reassure him, I want this. I want him.

"I want to" I smile and run my thumb over his lip.

"Do you?" I wonder.

He chuckles and holds my thumb against his lips.

"I'd do anything to please you, my love" He kisses my thumb and then looks at me with a serious expression on his face.

"You're sure? I promise you, darling, we don't have to do anything you don't want to"

I look down between us, bringing my hands to the edge of his shirt and sliding my hands underneath it.

I glance at him and push my hands a little further up, bringing his shirt with me.

He has a sweet smile on his face, watching me intently.

I bite my lip a bit and push his shirt up high, he raises his arms for me and let's me take it off of him.

Hes so breathtaking.

Immediately my hands come down to his chest, admiring all the tattoos he has now.

"There's so many, they're so pretty" I say, looking up at him after I finish tracing one of his birds.

Hes just smiling at me.

"What?" I ask, making his smile bigger.

"You're cute" He whispers, both his hands now on my hips.

He does the same thing as me, but he's being a little more cautious.

I want to moan just at the feeling of his hands touching my skin.

He pushes the shirt up to my hips and then begins to lift it up more. I do the same thing as him and lift my arms up, allowing him to take it off.

"You're so pretty, baby" He kisses me and I didn't know what to expect. I put every bit of trust into him. I know he'd never hurt me.

I'm also not as fragile as he probably thinks I am.

I can handle myself and him.

Kissing him feels like fucking heaven. It's a lot more, rough. Not even rough, just so desperate to be close to eachother that our kissing becomes messy.

I finally get the chance to taste his tongue and the heat between us rises.

He tangles his fingers into my hair, pulling it just a little.

I grind my hips against him and he groans, pulling harder at my hair.

He pulls my head back, disconnecting our lips and making his way down my neck.

He bites down and sucks on my skin, I bite down on my lip hard, trying to keep myself from moaning.

Hes still holding my head back, his other hand sneaks up to the clip of my bra, with ease he unhooks it and takes it off.

He pulls me right up against him, kissing me again.

But after a few moments of us making out again, he changes our position.

He wraps his arms around me and then rolls us over until hes on top of me.

I can't help but giggle when he settles himself. I feel him push his leg between my thighs. He smiles down at me and then leans in towards my collar bone.

I feel the coolness of his necklace dangling between us.

His lips are warm. He leaves sweet little kisses up until he reaches my neck.

He bites down again, sucking my skin. I wrap my arms around his neck and hold him tightly.

It feels so good.

Hes so messy with his kisses, switching between kissing and biting down on my skin.

He finally kisses my lips again and quickly it gets hot.

He pushes his tongue into my mouth and my hands grip his hair and the back of his neck. Messing up his little bun a bit.

I can't get enough of him. I want him as close as I can get him.

He lightly pushes my legs apart with his knee, sliding himself between them.

He moves his lips again, kissing down my neck and towards my chest. He glances up at me and smiles.

He drags his tongue down between my breasts, his fingers sneak up my side and he grabs one of them. Squeezing gently.

He kisses down until he reaches the edge of the shorts I'm wearing.

He looks up at me at the same time I look down at him. He's got a sweet smile on his face.

He let's go of my breast and brings his hand to the hem of the shorts. He plays with it a bit.

"Can I take these off, darling?" He leaves kisses along the edge, tickling me.

I nod, getting just a tad nervous.

"Are you okay, my love?" He takes my hand and squeezes it.

"I haven't done this in a while" I say.

"Don't want to screw it up" I add, making him smile more at me.

"You have nothing to be nervous about, Charlotte. Especially with me" He says reassuringly.

"And if at any point, you want me to stop, just tell me. Alright?" He's serious now, gripping my hand tightly.

"I know, Harry" I let go of his hand and brush his cheek.

"I don't want you to stop" I say sheepishly, squeezing my thighs around him a little. He chuckles and tickles my hips.

I giggle and kick my legs, pushing his hands away.

He bites his lip and hooks his finger into my shorts.

"You are so fucking cute, baby" He pulls it down slowly, kissing along the skin he reveals as he pulls my shorts down.

He gets up onto his knees, lifting my hips as he pulls the shorts down.

He lifts my legs up and pulls them off, throwing them away.

He grabs my legs and pushes them apart, coming between them again.

He leans over me, his hands next to my head and holding himself up.

I reach up and grab his necklace, gently tugging on it and pulling him closer to me.

He kisses my forehead, down my nose until he reaches my lips.

"I'm going to make you feel so good, baby" He whispers against my lips, his fingers run down my side and then along my pelvis.

I take a deep breath, my stomach is swirling.

He kisses me harder, our tongues

connecting again.

He tastes so sweet.

He's so fucking warm.

I have so much love for this man. I want to tell him, but I hold back. I don't want to ruin this moment. I don't want it to be sad.

I just want to get lost in him.

Hastily, his lips begin to move down again.

His kisses are chaotic and quick, desperation kicking in.

My hands are on his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin as his trail of kissing reaches my hip.

He slows down, his hasty movements coming to a halt.

He kisses from one side of my hip to the other, he lifts one of my thighs onto his shoulder and then does the same with the other.

I move one of my hands to the bun in his hair and hold onto him.

"Do you want me to please you, Charlotte?" He looks up at me, his kisses becoming more teasing.

He's always been a fucking tease.

I nodded, pulling on his bun.

He smiles and starts kissing down my thigh.

"I want to hear your pretty voice" He says seriously.

It's something I'm really not used to, at least not in a long time. One of my last boyfriends hated the sound of me moaning, it was a huge turn off for him. I've been insecure about making any kind of noise since.

I wasn't stupid enough to stay with him long, but I haven't been able to get rid of that insecurity.

I look down at him and bite my lip.

"I need you" I whisper to him, watching his lips brush along my thigh.

"You're perfect" My heart melts at his compliment.

He squeezes my thighs lightly and without any kind of warning, I feel his tongue.

I quickly cover my mouth with my hand to muffle the sound that comes out.

He digs his finger tips into my thighs, pulling me even closer.

In just a few seconds, my legs are already beginning to shake. I pull on his hair, trying to cover up the sounds I'm making with my hand.

It feels so good, his tongue gliding up and down in gentle yet quick strokes.

Every little movement of his tongue sends shockwaves of pleasure throughout my body.

I tighten my legs, whimpering into my hand.

It's really fucking intense.

His tongue dipping into all of the right places. I feel his fingers run along my pelvis, his hand rubbing softly as he continues to move his tongue against me.

I open my eyes and glance down at him, my hand still clamped over my mouth.

I think he senses me watching him and glances up, smiling and running his tongue along my clit.

It's the first time he makes complete contact with it and I groan into my hand.

He watches me for a moment and then furrows his brows.

He pulls back and starts kissing up my stomach and then holds himself above me with one hand.

The other sensually traces along my hip for a moment and then he grabs my wrist and pulls my hand from my mouth.

"Are you trying to hide those pretty little moans from me?" He gently kisses me and then smiles.

He kisses my cheek when they turn red.

"My love" He let's go of my hand, bringing his fingers to my cheek.

"You have no idea how bad I want to make you scream" He bites his lip and then takes my hand, lacing our fingers together and pinning it by my head.

"No more of that, princess. I want to hear you" He squeezes my hand tightly.

End of Part 2.

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Affliction • Part 1

Warning

This one-shot contains sexual content as well as mentions of death.

This story is about young lovers reconnecting years later, only to be faced with a heartbreaking truth.

[This one-shot is LONG! The whole thing has a word count of 19k so I will be posting it in parts]

I hope you enjoy! This is my first time posting a story on Tumblr.

Word count - Part 1 - 6.1k

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[Charlotte's POV]

"You played so beautifully tonight, Charlotte" He whispers, kissing my hand.

The entire night he's been making me melt into a puddle. He's been so sweet and paitent.

I haven't felt like this in a long time, happy.

Genuinely happy.

It scares me so much.

The alcohol in my system fucks with my emotions and I try not to show it.

I hate how much of an empath he is because hiding anything from him is near impossible. Hes always been like that.

"Thank you" I say quietly, watching as he plays with my fingers.

I can hear my mother's voice ringing in my head, almost begging me. Pleading with me to tell him.

"My darling, I know, I know you don't want to hurt anyone" She's holding my face in her hands, making me look at her.

I'm bawling. I can't help it. I don't want this, I don't want him here. I can't do this.

I can't hurt him. Not Harry. Not one of the sweetest souls I have ever known.

"But this, hiding the truth from everyone is hurting you. Charlotte, you're my daughter. I love you more than you will ever understand. You deserve happiness and I very much believe that Harry being here tonight is not a coincidence" She hugs me tightly, letting me cry my eyes out into her chest.

"I don't want you having any regrets" She whispers, rubbing my back.

"I don't know how" I pull back and look at her. She places her hand on my cheek.

"You will, darling" She reassures.

"Charlotte?" I feel his thumb on my cheek, taking me out of my head.

"Sorry" I look away from him, suddenly sober as anxiety begins to fill me again.

I decided the moment I agreed to hang out with him that I was going to tell him.

I'm so scared. I haven't told anyone.

Selfishly, I broke up with my ex just to avoid this.

Hurting my family is enough.

"Why are you sorry?" He grabs my chin and turns my head.

I tear up, realizing we are reaching a point where I have to tell him.

"Honey, if something is bothering you, you know you can tell me, right?" He leans closer to me, his fingers brushing away the tears running down my cheeks.

I've been an emotional wreck all night. Even before Harry showed up.

How could I not be?

I was living a dream, I'm in New York and tonight I performed the show of my life. I've never had this kind of opportunity.

"What made you come?" I ask, needing to know why. Why, of all times to reconnect, did he decide now.

He runs his fingers through my hair and then along my jaw. He's so close to me.

"I almost didn't" He admits to me. He pulls back from me and reaches into his pocket, pulling out a little keychain.

"My mum called me earlier, telling me about your performance tonight. I'm only in New York for a bit and showing up to public events unannounced, usually isn't something I do" He looks at the little token in his hand.

"I went to this store and when I was leaving I saw this" He shows it to me. It's a violin.

I can't help it, anything involving music, especially violin, makes me light up.

I smile and take it from him. Its so cute. I love it.

"It made me think about the days when we'd get my house to ourselves and get drunk. You'd dance around, playing your violin like you were auditioning for Juliard" He smiles at me, looking at the keychain in my hands.

"I'm going to be front row, you know" He says, a playful smile on his face.

We were sitting on his bed, right next to eachother. Both leaning against his head board. I'm sitting more on my side, facing him. My legs curled up and my knees pushing against his thigh.

"What do you mean?" I wonder.

"When you score your first show at Carnegie" He says, the sweetest fucking smile on his face.

"Seeing you up on stage tonight. Fuck, Charlotte. You belong up there and I know I'm not the only one who would die to see you play something of your own"

Hes going to make me fucking bawl my eyes out. Something I desperately don't want to do in front of him.

"You are so talented and so beautiful, darling" He leans in closer to me and gently kisses my forehead.

He stays close, resting his forehead on mine.

I can feel the butterflies in my stomach, the fear.

I'm so scared, I don't know how to tell him.

I just want to be in this moment with him, no where else.

He brushes my cheek with the back of his knuckles. He's so soft.

"I mean it, Charlotte" He's serious.

"I got so lucky to be where I am. But you-" He pokes my chest and he's smiling again.

"You deserve the world and I know your going to change it. Just you and your little violin" He taps my nose with his finger and then smiles so wide.

I can't think of a person who deserves everything more than Harry. He didn't just get lucky, I may not have kept in touch with him but I know he worked his ass off to be in the position he's in now.

I shake my head, finding the courage to place my hand on his cheek.

I run my fingers through his hair and he smiles at me. His hair is longer than mine. It suits him.

"The day I met you I knew the world was going to fall in love with you. How could they not? Your smile alone is enough to brighten a room. You make everyone around you happy. Even when you're not, you always make sure everyone around you is smiling. Harry, there is no one who deserves the world more than you" I whisper to him, closing my eyes for a moment.

Our faces are so close, foreheads pressed together.

When I open my eyes again, I catch it.

I watch as his eyes quickly flutter up to meet my gaze.

Before I know it, it's the only thing I can think about. I fight it, so hard.

But I can't help myself, I glance down for just a second.

I quickly realize what Im doing but it's way too late. The moment I did it, he knew.

In just that little glance I get a picture of his heart shaped lips. Pink, soft looking lips.

I haven't had feelings like this in a long time.

The only thing in my head right now is him. Nothing else.

Not the consequences of these actions. Not the heartbreaking truth of my reality.

Just him.

I close my eyes, moving my hands down to the collar of his shirt and gripping it slightly to steady myself.

My stomach is doing flips, sensing Harry's slow movement closer to me. His hand slides into my hair and rests on the back of my neck.

With just a slight push, our lips connect.

I get nervous, instinctively pushing him back but just barely and not for long.

I wanted it.

I pull him back and we are kissing again.

It's so soft, both of us moving delicately.

It feels so fucking good.

It gets heavier and my heart is pounding. I'm so lightheaded but I don't want to stop.

I want to pull him as close to me as I can and I know he's thinking the same because he places his hands on my hips and brings me into his lap.

I straddle his thighs, my hands tangling in his hair. He's got one hand pulling my face closer to his and the other is on my hip.

He moves his lips, kissing along my jaw. His mouth is warm. It tickles my skin and I want more of it.

He pulls back to look at me for a second and cups my cheek.

"You are so beautiful" He whispers.

"So. Fucking. Beautiful" Between each word he lightly kisses me.

He doesn't pull back after the last one.

But this is when it hits me.

Oh no.

Fuck.

I can feel the anxiety dragging itself through my body, curling around every nerve.

In a panic, I push myself away from him.

I get off of his lap.

I can't believe I let it get that far. Especially before telling him. He deserves to know before anything else happens between us.

"Charlotte, darling, are you okay?" He follows me, but I get off the bed. Still turned away from him.

My mum told me I'd know how to do this.

But I don't. Anxiety is tearing me apart. I don't want to hurt him. I don't want pull him into this but it's too late.

This entire day is a dream. I can't even believe it's real. I never in a million years would have thought I'd reconnect with Harry. In New York City.

"I'm sorry if I'm pushing this too quickly" He says and then I do turn around. This isn't his fault.

God, I'd give anything in the world to lay in this bed with him all night.

"It's not you, Harry" I whisper, letting him reach out to grab my hand. He pulls me towards him.

"All night, something has been bothering you" He takes my other hand in his as well.

"Whatever it is, Charlotte-" He squeezes my hands tightly, pulling me even closer to him.

"Darling, you can tell me"

I know he's serious. He cares about me and it makes it so much harder.

I look at him and see the worry in his eyes.

I tear up and he hugs me. He wraps his arms around my waist and hugs me tightly.

It makes me cry. I hug him tighter, crying into his chest.

I haven't told anyone. I haven't said it out loud. I've cut off almost all of my relationships.

I don't want to hurt anyone.

God, I don't want to hurt Harry. He's the last person I want to hurt.

He pulls back from me, he brings a hand to my cheek and brushes his thumb back and forth.

"Anything, love" He pulls my face closer to his, our noses almost touching.

"You can tell me absolutely anything, Charlotte"

He kisses the edge of my lips and tightens the hold he has around my waist.

My arms are still around his neck.

I bring my hands from his hair to his face. I hold his face in my hands, fighting to keep myself from tearing up again but I can't help it.

This man deserves nothing less than happiness. He isn't going to get that with me.

I hate it, so much.

I can hear my mother's voice in my head, telling me that I don't get to make the decision for him. She's right. I know she is.

It doesn't make anything easier.

"I-I don't want to hurt you" I whisper. I look at him for a moment, his face is warm in my hands.

I stroke his cheek for a moment and then pull away.

I back away from him, but take his hand as I do. I gently guide him back over to the bed and sit on the edge of it.

He joins me, sitting next to me and holding my hand tightly.

I take a few deep breaths, trying to find a way to say it.

But there isn't any way to say it. There's no way to sugar coat the inevitable truth.

I don't look at him, I just pull his hand into my lap and play with his fingers.

"H-Harry-" I squeeze his hand in my both of mine and look at him.

"I-Im sick-"

I can feel it, every fucking stage of grief running through me in an instant.

I'm supposed to be in therapy. Perhaps I should go. Maybe this would have been easier.

*Earlier That Evening*

[Harry's POV]

This isn't what I expected I'd be doing tonight. But curiosity always gets the best of me.

Not just that, but the flood of memories when I heard her name.

About 6 hours ago, I was in a meeting. I can still feel the nerves from it, the adrenaline at the thought of a new adventure.

A movie, I never imagined acting would be something I would pursue.

A lot of it is still quite secretive but I sent in an audition a little while ago.

I got to meet the director today, over a zoom call.

Christopher Nolan.

I smile thinking about it. How fucking excited I am. I fly out to London in a few days to meet him officially.

Before I could call her, my mum called me.

She never fails to call me, it's rare that I miss it.

God, I am so grateful to that woman.

Tonight, she hit me with a blast from the past.

Charlotte Cohen.

I haven't thought about that name in a long time. Her scent is the first thing that came to my head.

Strawberries.

When that memory came, all of it did.

All of the memories of that girl and the hold she had on me back then. I was convinced we'd get married.

So much has happened since then.

Sometimes it's difficult, thinking about the past. How different my life was then compared to now.

It's insane to think about it too much. I try not too.

I don't like to dwell on how things could have been if I hadn't decided to take on the world. Put my name out there.

I am happy. Unbelievably happy with where I am in my life now. I am free to explore any opportunity that comes my way and I have been lucky enough to have many.

After the phone call with my mother, I sat in my car and I let myself do it.

I let myself think about all of those memories I have with Charlotte.

A part of me will always love that girl, she could have tried to stop me from auditioning but she never did.

She supported every dream I had. She was there, the day of my audition.

So much has changed. I haven't seen her in a couple years at least.

My mum informed me that Charlotte had been invited to play at a Classical Music Charity event at The Town Hall right in New York City.

Where I happen to be at the moment. I wasn't meant to be here long. Just visiting a friend for a few days.

After I had gotten myself away from thinking so much about the past, and her I decided against going.

And then, we reach now.

I'm sitting in my car, twirling the little keychain between my fingers.

After talking to my mum on the phone, I met up with some friends. We ended up in this quaint little vintage trinket shop.

Something I probably have too much of, but I always see things that remind me of friends and family.

A way to keep those closest to me, with me all the time.

As we checked out, I noticed this little rack of keychains. Among them was one very in particular.

A violin.

I see her, twirling around my bedroom and playing her heart out.

She was astonishingly talented.

I remember her dream, Juliard.

I smile, thinking about the way I teased her about it. How her dream after school, is more school.

Shes always been smart as whip.

It's something I had adored about her back then.

I wonder if that's why she's in New York, I hope it is. I knew that girl for years, Juliard and then a sold out concert at Carnegie Hall.

That was everything to her and I can remember it so clearly.

She was stubborn, so stubborn. There's not a doubt in my mind that girl would get accepted into Juliard on her first try.

I bought my ticket an hour ago and decided not to tell anyone, I didn't even think about it.

Taking a risk, I don't usually. Especially events, showing up places unannounced doesn't always go well for me.

Depending on the place and the event, most people are respectful. Most people will leave me alone, some will say hi or ask for a picture.

I never imagined I'd be at a point in my life where I have to think carefully about going into public.

From what I gathered online, the event is a musical charity fundraiser.

Charlotte is closing it with a violin solo.

I made sure to buy a ticket closest to the exit. Luckily, I've been to a few shows at The Town Hall and know how to find my way around the place.

_________

I'm lucky enough to make it to my seat, virtually unnoticed. I noticed some second glances but I kept myself composed and went straight to my seat.

With another stroke of luck, I'm seated next to a sweet elderly couple. They both smile at me, I'm unsure if either of them recognize me.

After a few moments of people settling into their seats, the lights dimmed and the stage lit up.

A well put together woman walked onto the stage.

"Thank you to everyone who came out today, it has truly been an honor to be your host. All of our participating charities have come together and organized an amazing show for you tonight. Everyone up here has been impacted by these charities and therefore you, this is just a small way to say thank you. So, sit back and enjoy the show"

______

It truly is quite the show. Every performance is its own, every person bearing their soul in their own way. From slam poetry to choirs.

It was very fun to watch, very emotional.

With every performance that passes I wonder when she will be coming on. I find it hard to focus as I think about her.

The last time we spoke was over 2 years ago when her father passed. I couldn't make it to the funeral but we talked on the phone for over an hour.

I remember it, sitting in my hotel room and dialing her number. I was nervous about it, talking to her.

I shouldn't have been, besides a few awkward minutes at the start, we talked like we had never stopped talking.

As soon as I brought up her violin, she couldn't stop talking. It's been her life for as long as I've known her.

We kept talking for a bit afterwards, but life happened and I haven't heard really anything about her since.

My trance is broken by an eruption of clapping, I quickly join in. I feel bad that my mind is so preoccupied.

I selfishly came to a charity event at the chance to reconnect with someone. I donated to the charity that chose Charlotte to represent them, when I bought the ticket.

But, as much as I have enjoyed the night, she's the only thing I'm thinking about.

The curtains close and the familiar voice of the host, speaks out.

"We'd like to thank you again for joining us tonight, please give a warm welcome to our last performer of the night, Charlotte Cohen"

Suddenly, I'm alert.

It goes quiet and the curtains open, I can see her outline in the darkness. I watch as she prepares herself, shaking away the nerves.

Then, the spotlight appears and she's glowing.

She looks incredible.

She's wearing a beautiful white dress, her lips are painted red and her hair falls in loose curls.

I smile when my eyes reach her shoes, they are pink and from what I can tell, they are decorated with strawberry designs.

A weird little quirk, her obsession with strawberries. It's something not many people guess about her.

We met at a wedding when I was 14. She was the only one at the dessert table and I watched as she carefully picked out almost all of the strawberries and took them back to her table.

It's such a fond memory, meeting her.

Teasing her about taking all of the berries and then from that moment, we were almost inseparable.

I witnessed her perform for the first time and I can still remember exactly what I felt watching her.

I can feel it as I see her up on stage in this moment.

She has my full attention. I can sense her nerves in the way she takes a deep breath and closes her eyes.

And then, she starts to play.

I watch as her demeanor changes into one of focus and confidence.

'I don't play the violin, the violin plays me'

She said it all the time.

The talent she has, you'd almost believe it.

It's incredible to watch, to know she has been passionate about this since she could walk.

She's beautiful and elegant and the music is heavenly.

I'm in awe of her, watching as she plays with both vigor and melancholy.

The composition she's is playing is Tchaikovsky.

I know a scarce amount about him compared to Charlotte. I do know he's not easy to play and his music, being performed by her is something out of this world.

She's so skillful and meticulous in how she plays. She's very focused on what she's doing but everyone can see what it does to her.

The way she gets pulled into the music and pours out every part of herself.

It's emotional. I can see the tears shine on her cheeks and I want to know what she's thinking.

I hope she knows just how captivating she is as a performer. It blows my mind how this

girl doesn't have her name everywhere.

I can't put into words how attractive it is watching someone perform the way she does.

I haven't seen it in a long time, she's fucking stunning.

She has the whole room collectively in her world. Everyone is completely focused on her.

I don't think there's a dry eye in the room when she finishes the peice.

It's a moment of silence when she's complete and then an eruption of cheers.

People are quick to get on their feet and it makes me so happy to see it.

All for her, I've never met anyone who's

deserved recognition more than that girl.

I stand there for a moment and clap along.

She finally opens her eyes, her cheeks are tear stained but she smiles.

She looks around the audience.

For a moment, I feel like our gaze meets.

But I realize, I need to leave.

Quickly, I make my way to the exit before people start to make their way out.

I don't plan on leaving, my goal is to find her.

I know the building somewhat, but it's been a while since I've been here.

I also have no idea where her dressing room, would be.

I make my way towards where I think I have the best shot. I push open a door and bump into someone.

"Oh, I'm sorry" I say, brushing myself off and looking at the man I bumped into.

Instantly, I see the recognition on his face.

"You're Harry Styles" He's both confused and shocked.

I smile at him, I'm always tempted to laugh when someone says it to me. Like I don't know. It's sweet.

"Am I?" I ask, looking around. I laugh to ease the man and after a moment the shock wears off.

"I wasn't aware of any special guests? Especially, you. No offense of course, I'm just shocked" He looks me up and down.

"No, it's alright. I'm not a guest actually, I came to enjoy the show" I wonder if this man can help me find Charlotte.

"Well, I guess that's not the whole truth. I'm looking for one of the performers. Perhaps you can help me, Charlotte Cohen the violinist?" He looks at me, he's confused again.

"You know Charlie?" Now that's a name I haven't heard in a long time.

I never used her nickname, not even since the day we met.

"She's an old friend, do you know where I could find her?" I ask.

"Yeah, she's probably in her dressing room now. Come, I'll take you" He says, turning around and walking down the hallway we were in.

"She's never mentioned knowing Harry Styles" He says, looking at me like he's trying to figure me out.

"It was a long time ago. I heard she was performing tonight and wanted to reconnect"

"Well, she's just down here. Bless the soul on that girl, I've never met someone in my life as extraordinary as her. My daughter adored her before she passed away, she visited her in the hospital every week before that. I shouldn't be surprised that she knows someone like, well, you" He stopped outside of a door.

"I'm sorry to hear about your daughter" I say. He smiles at me.

"Oh I couldn't even imagine her face right now, standing in front of you. She was a big fan. Probably the biggest smile ever, she was the happiest little girl you'd ever meet" He looks at his feet and then back at me.

"Sorry, Charlie is right in here" He motions to the door and then opens it.

"Hey Charlie, you were incredible tonight. As always. I have a friend here to see you"

He steps in before me, but I'm quick to follow him into the room.

Charlotte looks up from the couch she's sitting on, quickly gathering herself and wiping her cheeks. But I can see light streaks of her mascara. She was crying.

"I'm sorry, Charlie, If Im interrupting" I hadn't gotten the name of the man.

"Oh no, it's alright Thomas. It's been an emotional night for everyone"

I look at her, Charlotte's mother. Edith. She sees me and her eyes light up.

"Is that, Harry Styles?" She walks up to me and the first thing she does is grab my cheeks.

"Oh my gosh, you have grown" She has the sweetest smile on her face and I laugh at the way she squishes my cheeks.

"Edith, you look amazing" She hugs me so tight.

"I know you're here for my baby, be easy with her, please. A lot has changed" She whispers in my ear as we hug.

She pulls back from me, her hands on my cheeks again. She smiles at me.

"You've done so well for yourself, Harry. You're a man now" I smile back at her, but her words bring my gaze to Charlotte.

She's already looking at me, now standing on her feet.

"How about, we let the kids talk" Thomas, takes Ediths hand and pulls her out of the room.

I look her over, finally up close. She's matured so much. Both of us have.

"Hi, Charlotte" I say, taking a step towards her.

She doesn't move, she stands where she is.

She's nervous, I can tell as she subtly picks at the paint on her nails.

"Hi, Harry" She whispers, she looks down at her hands. She smooths out her dress and I can see she's shaking a bit.

I think she realizes it because she looks up at me and puts her hands behind her back.

"I'm sorry, If Im intru-" She shakes her head and shuffles towards me.

"No, don't do that. I'm being weird" She takes a deep breath, closing her eyes for a moment before looking at me again.

This time, her smile is warm. But I know the nerves are still there. She's very bad at hiding it, she always has been.

"It's just been a very emotionally overwhelming day. And then, you" She takes another little shuffle towards me.

"I think you were the last person I was expecting to see tonight" Her voice is soft, almost fragile.

"It's really good to see you, Harry" She takes one more tiny step towards me and then looks up at me.

"It's really good to see you too" I smile at her.

"I liked your mom's reaction, she hugged me right away" I say playfully, making her smile brighten just slightly.

"Shut up" She whispers sheepishly.

Hesitantly, she reaches up and wraps her arms around my neck. I quickly wrap my arms around her waist and pull her closer to me. Hugging her tightly.

After a moment, she hugs me tighter and buries her face into my shoulder.

It feels amazing, hugging her. She's so warm.

She's so fragile and I wish I knew why.

Her mother's request backs it up. I hope she tells me.

I don't want her to be hurting in any way.

I don't realize how long we hug until we get interrupted, the door opens and she quickly breaks it.

Her cheeks turn pink and she looks away from me. Edith, however has the cutest smile on her face.

"I just wanted to say goodbye, I have to head out" Thomas says.

He walks up to Charlotte and hugs her. He faintly whispers to her but I don't make it out.

"Charlotte, you are the most beautiful soul I know. There is no one I would have rathered choosen to close the show tonight. Thank you" He cups her cheek for a moment and kisses her forehead.

Shes trying so hard to hold back tears and it breaks my heart.

"You changed my life, Thomas. I will forever be grateful to you" She hugs him hard.

Tears falling down her cheeks when she closes her eyes.

"I'll see you when I get to England" He says to her, his voice serious and firm.

"I promise" She says smiling at him.

He turns to me before he leaves.

"It was a pleasure to meet you. Thank you for coming tonight and supporting us" He reaches out his hand and I shake it.

"With a father like you, I'm sure you're daughter is very proud" He smiles and reaches out his other hand, squeezing mine in both of his.

"Thank you"

He leaves the room. Leaving just me, Charlotte and her mum.

I want to take her to dinner. Catch up, hang out. I wonder if she's up for it.

"Edith, would you be alright if I steal her for a little bit?" I look at Charlotte and smile at her.

"Would you like to get dinner with me, darling?" I ask.

"Can I talk to my mum for a second?" She looks up at me, her expression impossible to read.

"Of course, I'll step out" I look between them and smile before leaving the room.

I lean against the wall and wait patiently.

God, she's stunning. She's grown so beautifully both physically and with her talent.

But I can tell that something is up. Well, I don't need to tell about if, I know something is.

I hope whatever is she opens up to me. I want to make her feel better.

After some time, the door opens and they emerge.

"Nothing too crazy" Edith says to me, her tone playful.

"I was just thinking we'd hop on my private jet and go to Italy for the night" I say shrugging.

I glance at Charlotte and smile at her. She starts giggling and it's the cutest sound.

"Nothing too fancy, don't want to over do it" I smile at her more and her giggling turns into laughing and it's so genuine.

It's the first time tonight I see a true smile on her face.

"Would you like me to drive you back to your hotel?" I ask, looking at Edith.

"I don't get an invite to Italy?" Now all of us are laughing.

I watch Charlotte. She glows when she's happy. Always has.

"It's alright sweetie, I'll get myself a taxi. Text me, let me know if you are staying with him for the night" I watch her cheeks turn pink again at the idea of spending the night with me. I definitely don't mind if she does.

"Okay" She whispers, hugging her mother.

Edith turns to me and pats my cheek.

"You know, every time your mother calls me to check in, she always gushes about you. Her sweet baby boy, taking over the world. Everyone at home is so proud of you" I smile and lean in to kiss her cheek.

"Thank you" I say, hugging her as well.

She turns around and walks away.

"Come on, I'm parked around the back" I say, reaching for her hand and pulling her with me.

"Would you like to go out for dinner or get some take out and go back to my place?" I look at her as we walk, her gaze is on our connected hands.

Until she senses me looking at her. She looks at me, her grip on my hand tightening just a bit.

"I-I'm actually not very hungry" She says shyly. I smile and squeeze her hand.

"That's alright, my love. Want to head to my place? We could watch a movie, catch up" She smiles back at me and nods.

"That sounds nice" She agrees.

We walk in silence the rest of the way to my car. Our hands still laced together.

Thank god for private parking.

The last thing I want to happen is for her face to end up all over the place just because she's seen with me.

It's an unfortunate warning I give to anyone I'm seeing.

We reach the car and I open the door for her.

"Do you bring your violin everywhere you go?" I ask, taking the case from her as she climbs in.

"I'm in New York, inspiration can strike at any moment" She says and I smile widely.

I close the door for her and excitedly get into the drivers seat. Music makes me so happy.

"What are you suddenly so excited about? Oh no, are you kidnapping me?" She asks, both of us laughing at the same time.

"No" I shake my head, like a kid.

"Are you composing now?" I ask and I think she realizes what I'm excited about.

She gets shy and looks away from me. I watch as her curls hide her face from me and all I can think about is how fucking cute she is.

"Why are you shy about it?" I ask, I turn in my seat and reach out. I place my hand on her cheek and make her look at me.

Her face is warm and I can feel it getting warmer when her eyes meet mine.

"Asks, Harry Styles" She says her tone is soft as she trys to be playful.

"What do you mean?" I ask, I lightly brush my thumb back and forth.

"Harry, you're the most talented composer I know" I can't help but smile even more at her compliment. My stomach is warm and full of butterflies.

"So?" I pull her just a little bit closer, I run my fingers through a fallen curl and lightly push it back behind her ear. I cup her cheek again.

"Do you think I'm going to judge you, darling?" I ask, brushing her cheek again.

"Because, I can tell you it's quite the opposite, Charlotte" I can see her getting emotional, her eyes becoming glossy.

"You have no idea how much I'd love to pick that beautiful mind of yours. I'd love to hear you play one of your peices" I say, I brush my thumb under her eye. Wiping away the tear that falls from it.

"Are you okay, love?"

She pulls back from me, sitting back against her seat. She quickly wipes her cheeks and stares down into her lap.

She picks at the paint on her nails.

"I'm okay" She whispers. She doesn't look at me. I watch her for a moment, wishing she'd open up to me.

I just want her to be okay. But not this, I know she's not okay. I know she's lying to me.

I look ahead of me, starting the car and shifting the gear into drive. After, I reach next to me until I reach her hand. I lace our hands together.

Shes shaking a bit but she holds onto me tightly.

End of Part 1.

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