Ephemeral

Chapter 34

Krystal P.O.V

I nodded my head, his hot breath and skillful hands left me no other choice, you know when your parents always told you not get fooled by boys who use sweet talk to get in your pants?

Well, truth to be said I was the only one who used the twisted words and actions. As much as I would hate to admit Harry Styles always had me wrapped around his fingers, the amount of love I hold for him could kill me.

I don't know what I am saying all I know is that I want him. I want Harry so freaking bad.

I choked on my saliva as he pressed one particular finger to my clit, my nails digging in his shoulder joint.

In a split second he was dragging his wet body and mine out. He helped me stand up not letting go of my lips, his kisses were so wet and hot, hot mouth, hot hands, hot everything.

Harry's hands roamed my back resting just below my bum, immediately raising me up I gasped like the very first time wrapping my legs around his torso.

Both his arms were securely, fully, wrapped around my back. Like a snake on it's pray. I threw my head back giving him more access to my neck, and shoulder, collarbone, valley between my tits.

I moaned loudly unable to contain it anymore, bitting roughly on my lip. His unsteady steps took us inside to the sofa he laid my body on it hovering over me.

My arms trailed down his back going back up to his wet hair pulling slightly on it as he kissed a particularly sweet spot on my neck making me moan.

We let go for a moment, both his arms were under my shoulder blades his fingers tangled in my mess of web, called hair, another hand on my shoulder, his long fingers reaching my collarbone. His lips were unbelievably red, his cheeks were unconditionally pink, his eyes were undeniably dark.

Neither of us uttered, our eyes saying it all. Never have I seen him like this, his eyes studied every little part of my face like it was his first, or last, time seeing me. It scares me. I let my fingers move the damp hair strands that stuck at the side of his cheek behind his ear a gost of a smile on my lips.

"I foucking want you," he whispered, his voice raspy, lowest I have ever heard it.

My mind paced, my heart raced. I didn't have time to process as Harry pulled himself up not letting go of me,  guiding both my thighs to rest on either sides of him as he sat straight on the sofa.

My heart literally accelerated, "what's wrong?" Harry asked, as he must have felt the drastic change.

"My...... He.... Heart..... It's b... Beating.... Too fast!" I whispered, feels like I have been running for 15 hours.

Harry's eyes widened in horror, "what? What should I do?" He asked.

"My.... Bag" I told him trying to tame that angry beast of an organ. He got up quickly pulling my body gently to the side jogging towards my bag on the dining table.

"Here babe," he said plotting down next to me.

"Calm down I will be okay," I told him, opening the bag. As soon as he saw I had pulled out pills he got up quickly running to get me a glass of water I smiled as he gave it to me, his eyes held so much I pulled his rather large hand resting it on my heart.

I quickly drank my water thanking God I had bought those pills with me. "It's beating too fast Krystal," Harry said.

"It will calm down in a minute," I told him. "Just keep it there," I said referring to his hand and resting my own on it.