Golden, guns, and greedy glorification.
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"We both needed to weather the bad in order to grow; Kind of like a sunflower" he says quietly under his breath, looking over in my direction.
I smile at his example, while we both stop and stare at the...
"Tell me about your stresses" he groans in whisper, kissing the side of my ear, dragging his parted lips down my neck as his index finger runs along the outline of my lace underwear.
I let out a quiet moan from the overwhelming feeling that's burning inside of me.
"I uh- I don't know Harry I-" I stutter, stumbling over my words as each kiss takes my breath away, leaving me completely speechless and still underneath of his intimidating figure.
Harry breathes heavily against my skin as he laughs, sending chills run down my spine from the warmth the slams into my neck.
"You're stressed out Angel, been moving around in your sleep. So what's been keeping you up at night?" he asks me, snaking his hand underneath my shirt, groping his hand around my bare breast.
Inhaling deeply from the sensitive feeling of his cold rings, my mind struggles to keep up with his words as a million thoughts float around in my head all at once.
"Maybe we can talk about this a different time, right now I want-" I try to speak but get cut off by my own moan, wincing from the pain and pleasure of Harry pinching his fingers against my sensitive nipple gently.
I squirm underneath him, feeling myself get impatient from the anticipation, frustrated each time he asks me a new question I have no interest in answering right now.
I just want to feel him.
"You're always giving me advice, always making sure i'm alright, so let me make sure my baby's alright" he mumbles, kissing down my neck, lifting my shirt forcefully up my chest, as he kisses down my body, stopping at my belly button.
Looking down at his head full of curls I feel his tongue swirl around my skin, hands running up my body, just so he could scratch his dull nails back down the sides of my belly.
Arching my back quickly, I sigh from the burning sensation that he leaves against my skin, while he puckers his lips together and blows a tiny bit of cool air over the red scratches he had left.
"Did that hurt? Are you okay?" he asks me, reaching up and placing his hand on my cheek to make sure i'm alright.
Shaking my head, I smile softly from the abrupt change in his demeanor, "no- well yeah a little but I liked it" I assure him, smiling at the mischievous smirk he gives me after I answer him.
Harry shuffles further down the bed, gripping onto my thigh he lifts my leg, placing it down against his shoulder softly.
I watch him in awe as he presses wet open mouthed kisses against my skin, rubbing his palm against my leg as he laps his tongue around whichever spot he finds to be most comfortable.
