"Your arse looks amazing in that dress." He lowly whispered into my ear.

I knew he had been checking me out. The walk to the club had been full of lingering glances and attempts to squeeze my bum. He would laugh as I yanked his hand away from my backside, only to drop a suggestive comment a few minutes later.

I looked up to him, Harry's eyes loitering on my chest before he met my gaze. He smirked before leading me over to the bar, where he was quickly served by a busty blonde. She shamelessly tried to flirt with him, only to be shot down. Either Harry hadn't noticed her attempts to get his attention or he was ignoring her. Regardless of which, his interest stuck to me. Something I found a little surprising seen as the barmaid was very pretty. The drink was handed to me, the alcohol running down my throat and relaxing my tense posture. Harry's position changed after the second glass I had consumed within the hour. His large hand grazed down my back, resting just above my backside as he forced my body into his. I whimpered at his persuasive actions. His head dipped, nipping at my neck, his scent taking over my senses. I was lost in his touch until his plump lips found my ear, his raspy voice adding to the seduction.

"Dance for me."

He drew back, looking down confirm that I understood what he desired of me. When I didn't respond he flicked his head over to the dance floor. Numerous bodies were moving and grinding to the thumping music. His hand encouraged me over to the spot he focused on. Harry's warm touch left my lower back as I walked over. If it wasn't for the 2 drinks I had consumed I might have objected to the idea. I turned round to find him sat up on a stool, directly in front of me. His dark gaze held mine as he leaned his elbows back onto the bar, waiting for me to comply to his request.

I had danced at clubs before, but never for someone. My body hesitantly moved, not quite sure of what Harry was expecting. My mind jumbled but I decided it was best to just let go. Move however my body wanted to. My hips swayed to the heavy bass, feeling it thump through my chest. The alcohol in my blood stream aiding in my movements. My gaze fell back on Harry. His eyes seemed to grow darker as he drank in my body, scanning up and down. A smirk crossed his beautiful features as my hands slid down my body.

My mind became aware of other male gazes, watching as I moved my hips. But none of them made any attempt to approach me. They knew I was Harry's. I had never had this sort of attention before, but I carried on dancing. My only focus was on the curly-haired guy sat up at the bar. He brought his drink up to his plump lips as he stared at me over the rim. My head rolled back, long hair cascading over my shoulders. I felt like we were the only two people in the club.

I smiled as Harry shifted on his seat. His feet touched the floor as he pushed himself up. His towering figure promptly strolling forward to me. I watched his smirk grow as I moved back. My stomach flipped when he gave me a playful look, winking. Swiftly I turned, weaving through the sweaty bodies on the dance floor. My long hair tickled my skin as I twisted my head round to find Harry following me. I brought my bottom lip between my teeth, teasing him. A small giggle escaped my mouth as his eyes grew impossibly darker. His movements became a little more forceful, nudging people out the way to continue our mischievous chase. My gaze flickered back every now and then, already knowing I had him hooked. A few female eyes landed on Harry's tall frame, but he didn't care. His focus was solely on me.

I found myself nearing the corner of the dark club. But I didn't have time to turn around as a pair of large hands caught hold of my hips from behind.

"Where are you going, Love?" His raspy voice whispered into my ear.

The heavy, slow base thumped around us. Harry's strong arm snaked round my waist, his right hand staying on my hip. Plump lips pressed to my neck as we moved to the music. I gasped as Harry forced my hips back, my backside pressed firmly to his crotch.

"Can you feel that?"

I tensed, my breathing increased, a hard bulge pressing into me.

"That's how much I want you." He whispered lowly in my ear.

His raspy tone sent shivers through my body. My head rolled back onto his shoulder as he ground his hips into me, my eyes squeezing closed at the contact.

"Harry." I gasped.

Small whimpers left my lips as I felt his chest vibrate in a low moan. His nose brushed the skin of my neck. Full lips leaving a wet trail of kisses.

"Tell me what you want me to do."

My hand went up, gripping the back of his neck. My fingertips pressed into the warm skin as he nibbled on my ear lobe.

"Tell me." Harry encouraged.

My free hand desperately fisted his t shirt behind me.

"Touch me, please."

"With pleasure." He smirked.

His hot touch skimmed down my side, lingering to rub small circles into my hip before moving lower. Harry's actions went unnoticed by the others in the club. His larger frame shielding my body as our backs faced the rest of the room. The darker corner concealed our movements to the young people who were more interested in the person they were dancing with. My breath caught in my throat as a large hand ran up the inside of my thigh, slowly hitching my dress up. My lips parted as his fingertips skimmed over my underwear. Patterns were lightly traced over the lace, making me whimper. It surprised me when the pressure of his touch increased, my thighs squeezing together. Harry's deep chuckle sounded in my ear as I felt the vibrations run through his chest behind me.

I gasped when he went to push my underwear to the side. But I stopped him, my fingers wrapping round his wrist.

"Not here, please." I begged

In an instant Harry grabbed my hand, tugging me over to the exit.

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