Lush Corruption | Harry Styles AU | BOOK 2 ✓

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Harry Styles

All I could think about was her. She captivated my mind in a good way. Her skin felt like silk whenever I touched her, and luckily I was in a position to make her feel like she belonged to me. Even though the alcohol pumped through our blood, it didn't change our feelings. The distance which was been between us, I wanted to destroy it. The only person I wanted to be with was Vicky, and after the coming out of the club and fighting on the street. I knew I could still make her feel like the days we were together.

Overwhelmingly in love.

My fingers affected her denuded arms. I moved gracefully with my fingertips over her fascinating surface, coming near-at-hand to her defined shoulders. As I leaned further with my head to the skin I wanted to massage for such an extended time, I felt the warmth between us two breakthrough. My lips touched her body covering, leisurely, painstakingly, and affectionately.

I disconnected my lips from her skin, and tasted the spot I had admired just a second ago. I sucked the flesh from her shoulder blade emphatically, and nibbled on the spot. A temperate grouse fell from her lips, and I got unhesitatingly turned on by her voice. The way this vibrato was in her tone of speaking, made you stand still on your spot.

I couldn't help but be crazy about how dazzling she everlastingly was for me. My hand moved over her flesh, and I treasured the moments I was allowed to fondle her. I couldn't have dibs on her - not even close to it - but I could assume the role in my head that I did. The more I thought about having her, the more I pleaded for the propensity our bodies had for one another.

My left hand started with moving emotionally over her lower back, and I moved devotedly up - taking pleasure in the way my fingers touched her skin. My mind was going mentally crazy just by the thought I could feel her in scarcely any minute. I just wanted to use this temporal length of event or entity's existence to let me adore every piece of her. I moved my face over to her left shoulder blade, and started sucking on a chosen spot. She was standing against me - facing me with her naked back - and she looked absolutely stunning.

''No one should ever be allowed to take authority of your body. It's so beautiful,'' I whispered against her. Goosebumps appeared in short order afterwards.

My lukewarm breath came in contact with her skin once anew, and I felt the muscles in her back tense for a second. She was always affected by my communication, she couldn't deny it.

Both my hands held her shoulders and I moved my thumb over her. I placed a peck between her shoulder and her neck. I couldn't help but glorify that my prevailing hallucinations with her were going to happen in realness again. I had yearned for her so much, even though I knew that whatever we were going to do meant nothing for her. How many  times she would ever deny it, I knew she would never stop worshipping me. She just didn't want to give in to the times we were together. She wanted to show me she could keep distance, when I knew she was too sluggish and unable to be away from me for such a long time.

''Your body has made me lay awake for nights," I spoke temptingly with a hint of salaciousness.

I heard her taking a profound gasp, and her breath trembled when she breathed out after a while. I knew it, she was feeling it too. My hands travelled down to her hands, and when I reached hers, I intertwined our hands.

The feeling of her fingers between mine was perfect. She was the one who knew how to hold my hands: not too cramped, yet she at all times claimed them in a specialized way. It could hardly be explained, but she made me feel things a man needed to feel when they were in love with someone. She made me feel without exception each emotion that needed to be felt. In some way she made me fall in love with her from head to toe.