The Black Swan | Reposted

Chapter 45 - 3am (Mature)

The kissing got heavier, and more frantic. He had just spun in here like a tornado, and I was caught in his path. His coat hit the floor, landing in a big heap. I pulled him out of his long sleeve, sitting upright, bare chest against him. He kissed my collarbones, down my chest, my breath heavy and heart pounding loudly as I knotted my fingers in his hair. How easily I fit with this man often scared me. I could fall into his body so easily.

He sucked and bit my chest, till I was sure to have marks. I melted, loving it now, loving the feeling of his intensity. I couldn't only go with the storm that he was, and never fight against it. I wasn't strong enough, not by a long shot. I think he knew that too. 

He shoved is hands into my lacy sleep shorts and his finger entered me, making me cry out. I arched my back up, gripping his broad shoulders. I had my mouth against his; panting, occasionally kissing but for the most part he inhaled my labored breaths.

"H-Harry," I bit my lip and shut my eyes as tight as they could go.

He seemed more determined, adding another finger, curving them and going faster. His knuckles grazed me, making me gasp. It was this intense pulsing, this tightening feeling. There was this warmth that made me feel as if I was a fire. I cried out, panting, my legs aching as he almost held one of them down, one of his hands gripping my thighs tightly now, the other arched over my head as he kissed my neck. My eyes fluttered shut, trying to inhale again, I forgot how to breathe.

"Fuck," I crumbled a bit, feeling my sweaty hair. "Harry, what... why did you come over?"

"Just help me out first, God I'm begging," he kissed my chest and I smirked.

"You're begging for once?"

He glared. "Odette, not the fucking time."

I giggled a bit, and kissed him, tossing my arms around his neck. I loved feeling our chests pressed together, his warm body against mine, his large frame engulfing me as he held me tightly.

I rolled so he was now beneath me and I was on top. I kissed down his stomach and pulled on his pants, freeing him of his boxers. His eyes were shut tight with anticipation. I teased, just for a bit, but quickly got to work for him.

I loved seeing the strain in his body, the roll of his hips, the V cuts coming right at me. I loved the way his chest would go so fast, and his breath was so harsh. I enjoyed feeling the power from making him tremble, it was almost addicting.

He let out this deep, raspy moan and caught his breath. I sat back, swallowing hard, and gazed at him, topless and totally disheveled.

"Saying hello works," I breathed out. He smiled, his eyes shut, forearm rested on the top of his head, tossed over like he was posing for an artist. "Harry?" I made my voice soft. He opened his eyes. "What was this?"

"I... I don't know."

"Was it some kind of last hoorah?"

"I don't think so."

"It has to be," I whispered. "I'm done with this attempt at corruption, and you said you were never going to... love me. You would never date."

"Well I haven't ever fucking not seen other women for this long," he rubbed his face.

"Are you saying it's a possibility?"

"I don't know but... but," his green eyes stared into mine. "I don't want you with anyone else."

"So what, if I can't have you, no one can?" I got up, tossing my shirt on. "That's not fair to me, or you. I deserve much better than some guy who only hangs around me because he's like a dog and it's a pissing match."