Isabelle's P.O.V

“Now,” Harry said seriously, “Let’s talk about this.” He gestured to my arms, pulling back, and I immediately felt cold. Great. I wanted to avoid this as long as possible, but clearly, that wasn’t going to be the case.

“Do we have to?” I whispered, like a child, which caused him to smirk. But then he turned serious again. “Yes,” he said sternly, “We have to. Have you ever done—this—before?” he gestured to my hands with a disgusted look on his face. I immediately felt bad.

“Um—,” I tried to say, and he cut me off, gripping my shoulders. “No more lies,” he stated firmly, his beautiful green eyes boring into my dull brown ones. I gulped, realising that he was right. We couldn’t have any more secrets between us. It wasn’t right, and frankly, I was tired of it.

“Yes,” I whispered, still feeling guilty, “It—it started after Cameron…you know. My mom was the only one who knew about what he did and how—how I coped. She tried to get me to stop, but I was depressed. Finally, I was just starting to feel happier, and then she—,” my bottom lip quivered so badly that I found it hard to say words, “She died,” I breathed, my eyes watering again, “And then it all started again. I stopped after a year, and went the rest of the year without doing it, but now…”

“Shh, baby girl,” Harry said, pulling me into his chest, clearly realising that I was feeling terrible. He stroked my hair, kissing the top of my head, whispering, “I’m so sorry. I should’ve never asked.” I shook my head, pulling back, staring at his face.

“No,” I said, “It’s good that I tell you. I need to get it off my chest, or I’ll explode.” Harry pressed his lips into a fine line and tried for a smile. “I love you baby,” he whispered, and I smiled, despite the tears that were forming in my eyes, “I love you too. And I love it when you call me ‘baby’.”

He grinned at me and caressed my cheek, bringing our faces extremely closed. Our noses nuzzled and his lips brushed against mine as he spoke, his beautiful hot breath fanning my face, “Baby, baby, baby. My baby.” I closed my eyes and blindly reached for him, smashing our lips together hungrily. I growled at the back of my throat as he kissed me back softly, but at the moment, I didn’t want tenderness. I wanted roughness, I wanted bruises, and I wanted my fingernail scratches against his back. I wanted to be distracted.

“Please,” I hissed, pulling back for a moment, “I want you to be rough with me.” His eyes widened, and his jaw dropped. Quickly clenching his teeth together, he breathed, “Are you sure?”

I nodded vigorously, but he still looked hesitant. My hands snaked into his hair, and I tugged at his curls frantically, “Please Harry.”

“Just—,” he said, still looking unsure, “Tell me if I hurt you, okay?” I nodded quickly, willing to agree to anything that would speed up the process of getting his hands on me. “I promise,” I said, and he nodded hesitantly. But it was still a nod.

I wrenched him to me, and he immediately bit my bottom lip. I gasped, surprised at how animalistic he’d turned, but I loved it. He, however, pulled back, his brows furrowing worriedly. “Are you okay?” he asked quickly, “Did I hurt you?”

“No,” I said quietly, panting, just wanting him to kiss me again.

He looked at me skeptically, “Your lip is bleeding.”

“And it feels great,” I told him earnestly, “I promised I’d tell you if you hurt me. But you didn’t. So please, just kiss me.” He bit his own lip before nodding curtly and diving back in. Our lips locked in a fierce combat, each of us fighting for dominance. We nipped at each other’s mouths, licking, pulling the other’s lips between our teeth and sucking, the whole time, my heart beating at a relentless pace. God, this felt so right…

I rolled us over so that I was on top. One of Harry’s hands found its way to my hip, the other burying itself in my hair. I was breathing raggedly.

I put my hands on his chest and straddled his hips, grinding my pelvis into his. He moaned and moved his mouth from mine, to my jawline, down my throat, on my collarbones, my shoulders, the flat area of my chest, above my cleavage, but he didn’t go any lower. I growled again, wishing that he would. I wanted to get this whole ‘sex’ thing over with. Quickly realising that I’d have to make the first move, my hands slipped down to the waist band of his sweatpants. I hooked my fingers into it before I felt another pair of hands enclose tightly on my wrists. I looked up, my mouth propped open in a little ‘o’. Harry shook his head.

“You’re not ready,” he said sternly, but his eyes were soft. I sat back, tears beginning to well up again in my eyes. What, yesterday he was all for it, and today he suddenly wanted to stop?

“What the hell?” I suddenly screamed at him, and it took him extremely by surprise. He recoiled, as if he’d been slapped. I continued on at the same pitch though, feeling so confused, the mass of emotions bursting out of me. “Just tell me what you want!” I screamed, “What, now that I’m trying to give it to you, you stop? I’m trying Harry, I’m really trying!”

“How many times must I fucking tell you?” he yelled back, and I was shocked. I scrambled back from the bed, standing up, and he did the same, advancing on me. “I don’t want your body!” he shouted, “I love you! But you’re not ready Isabelle, at least not for everything all at once! Please!” his voice dropped as he backed me up against the wall, and he leaned down, pressing our foreheads together.

“Please,” he said again, pleading softly, “I know that you’re not ready. I can see it. Stop thinking about what I want, and start thinking about yourself. I know that you’re not ready, and I know that you know it too.”

I opened my mouth, trying to form words, but nothing came out. Finally, I found the ability to speak. “You’re right,” I whispered, suddenly ashamed, “I’m sorry Harry. I just…” I trailed off, not being able to find the right words to describe my feelings. I slumped back against the wall. Harry—thank you so much, God—supplied for me, “You don’t have to say anything,” he said softly, simply, “I know how you feel. Just come back to bed,” he took my fingers in his, lacing them together, “Let me make you feel good,” he said, and then cleared his throat uncomfortably, “That is, if you’ll let me.”

I nodded soundlessly, finally breathing out, “Of course.” He smiled slightly and tugged me back over to my bed. He laid me down gently, like I was fragile, not wanting to break me. My sudden desire for roughness was gone, replaced with a desire to be touched softly, tenderly, like he couldn’t bear to take his hands away. And I knew that that was exactly what I was going to get.

Harry climbed on top of me, his knees on the bed beside my hips, hovering over me, using his forearms to steady him. He put his forearms on either side of my head and put his forehead against mine, making me feel utterly trapped, at his mercy. At the time though, there was no other place I’d rather be.

“I’m going to start off slow,” he told me seriously, “We’re not going to have sex today, okay?”

I nodded tentatively, “Okay.” He nodded too, looking pleased, and then whispered what I’d been waiting for, “I’m going to kiss you Isabelle. But not just your lips. I’m going to kiss—,” he pulled back slightly as his eyes raked over my body, and I suddenly felt really self-conscious, realising that I was still only in my underwear. Harry brought his gaze back to mine, his eyes crinkling as he smirked and said, “I’m going to kiss every exposed piece of skin on your body right now.”

He saw my breathing hitch and grinned. “Is that okay?” he asked innocently, teasingly.

“Good God, yes,” I breathed, and he chuckled lowly, which only made me want him more. He grinned cheekily and began. “Turn over,” he said, suddenly stern. I did as he asked, and then he began. Goddammit, he began. He got on top on me and I turned my head to the side, watching him from the corner of my eye. He brushed my long hair away from the nape of my neck and slowly kissed it tenderly. I closed my eyes.

I could feel him on every inch of my skin. Everywhere his lips touched, I was on fire. I could still feel the imprint of them even after they’d disappeared and moved on to some different part of my body. Harry moved from the back of my neck to the curve of my shoulders, all the way down my arms. He grabbed my hand and kissed everywhere on my palm, on my wrist, everywhere on each of my fingers. He then kissed my knuckles and sucked on each of my fingers in turn. I shivered as he kissed his way back up my arm, moving across the plains of my back, past both of my shoulder blades, kissing each one in turn, and to the curve of my other shoulders, repeating his actions with my other arm.

“Harry,” I breathed, shuddering uncontrollably. God, we had only started and he already had me quivering under him. His kissed down my back, not missing an inch of my skin. When his lips pressed against the small of my back, I smiled. I would no longer feel the feel of Cameron’s gun on that part anymore. There would always be the memory of Harry’s lips to beat it out.

He kissed down the back of my thighs, and I shivered again. He went lower, kissing the back of my knee, my calves, and my feet. God, he really meant it when he said that he was going to kiss every exposed part. He then mimicked those same actions with the other leg. Finally, he made his way back up, and said, “Turn around now,” he said, and I expected his voice to be firm, but it was soft.I obeyed him, and he pressed his forehead to mine again. “I love you,” he murmured, his lips only centimeters from mine.

“I love you too,” I panted, so shaky. He smiled and then kissed my forehead, my temples, my cheeks, my nose, my eyelids, my chin, my jawline, and God, it felt great. I pouted when he completely dodged my lips, but he chuckled, “Patience baby girl,” he whispered. God, I loved it when he called me ‘baby’, or ‘baby girl’. It made me feel like I was his number one priority, that I was his life. I felt safe and secure.

He moved from my jawline to my neck, and I arched back, giving him more access. Mm…

He kissed all along my neck, not missing a single inch of my skin. When he got near the bottom of my throat, his kisses disappeared. I frowned, my closed eyes twitching slightly.

“Harry?” I asked, “Harry is everything—?”

I was cut off by my own gasp. Because, at that moment, Harry’s lips reappeared, but they were no longer gentle. He sucked harshly at the skin at the base of my neck, and I moaned. Everywhere he moved—where he was supposed to be kissing, he bit down and sucked violently. I moaned and writhed under him.

Eventually, he moved away, but it wasn’t after a good few minutes. I brought my fingers to my neck and ran my fingertips lightly along the skin near my collarbones. I winced and hissed, but the pain was manageable. In fact, it even felt good.I had a feeling that I would have multiple hickeys. He trailed his lips along my collarbones before kissing downward, not missing any of my skin above my cleavage. Finally, he reached the swell of my breasts.

“I’m going to kiss you here, okay?” he asked, running his fingers along the swell. Sure, my breasts were covered, but there was still that bit that wasn’t. I opened my eyes and stared at him, trying to catch my breath. He looked—was it worried? He shouldn’t have been. I wanted him to do this. “Okay,” I replied, and I hated how my voice sounded shaky. He nodded once before getting to work, trailing his lips along my cleavage, but only on the exposed parts, for which I was truly grateful. His lips felt like fire, and I hissed as he kissed me never-endingly.

After a minute or two, he moved lower, and my heart began to pick up its pace. Well, faster than it already was, of course. Harry kissed every millimeter of my toned, flat stomach. When he got to my bellybutton, he moistened his lips before pressing a kiss to it, and then pulled back and blew on it, and I felt desire grow in my innermost private parts. He chuckled when he heard my intake of air, and then kissed each of my hips once; replacing his lips with his hands as he moved lower.

He completely avoided my groin, and I whimpered, “Harry, please.”

“Don’t worry baby,” he muttered, “All in good time.” He moved past my groin and kissed his way down my thighs, my knees, and my shins. I squeezed my eyes shut tightly as he made his way back up, finally where I felt deprived the most. He kissed along the elastic waistband of my panties, and I whimpered. Then he moved down, pressing feathery kisses to the inside of my thighs, dangerously close to my core. I gasped, and my eyes flew open. His lips continued to work their magic, and I was soon a moaning, quivering mess underneath him. God, it felt so amazing.

He worked around my panties for a few more minutes, and I swear, I could’ve just come undone from that. But then he stopped, leaving me breathless and wanting more. He kissed his way back up my body before arriving back at my face. Without any hesitation, he kissed me long and hard, and my bandaged arms found their way around his neck. We kissed passionately.

After a few minutes, he pulled back breathlessly, and panted, “I love you,” he kissed my forehead, “Now get some sleep.”

“You’ll stay here?” I asked, trying to pull him down into the bed with me. He chuckled, complying, and we snuggled under the covers together, tangling ourselves with each other.

“Of course,” he murmured, pressing a tender kiss to my right temple, “I need the rest too.” I smiled, caressing his cheek, and buried my face in his neck, breathing in his scent.

“I love you,” I breathed. He said something back, but I didn’t hear, as I was already long gone.

Notes

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