Bound (H.S)

The part at the culmination

"What?" Harry asked stunned. He wasn't sure what he was expecting her to say, but it wasn't that. He felt his cock fatten at her words, already beginning to strain against his pants.

"I said, I want to fuck you." Rory mumbled again, moving so their faces were inches apart. Harry silently watched as she slid her hand up his chest before harshly grabbing at the middle of his shirt. She heard his intake of breath at her words and smirked to herself.

"Fuck." He whispered. Bringing her closer by her hips, Rory moaned as she felt his hard cock, trapped inside his pants, push against her.

Without any warning, she ripped his shirt open, buttons flying all across the room, and practically shoved it down his arms.

"That was expensive." He barked looking at the crumpled shirt.

"As if I give a fuck." Rory mumbled as she harshly sucked and bit at the skin of his neck and shoulders. It seemed the damn was broken between them because it was a sudden mess of harsh feverish kisses, scratches, bites, crumpled clothing, and a mixture of moans and groans as they pressed each other against various surfaces; pressed against the wall here, knocking over the lamp on the side table there.

Harry moaned as he felt her teeth sinking in, no doubt leaving a trail of marks in her wake. He felt his skin prickle as he felt her nails scratching into his back. Knowing that he would be able to see her marks on him for days to come made his cock fatten in his pants. Fuck, he was so hard for her. Just for her.

Harry yanked his belt off and part of him wanted to bend her over the couch and mark her pretty ass red and the larger part of him wanted her to do that to him. Logically he knew this wasn't about playing or being a dominant or submissive right now, but he wanted to mark her as his and him as hers.

"First you yell at me and now you want to fuck me. How quickly your moods change." He taunted. He expertly unbuttoned her pants and slid his hand into her panties, morning at how wet she already was. "You're fucking soaked baby." He mumbled biting and sucking on her neck.

He felt her nails digging into his forearm as he pumped two fingers inside her at an agonizingly slow pace.

"Harry..." she moaned out, willing him to go faster.

"What made you so wet so fast? Who made you so wet this fast?" He said cockily.

"You did." She gasped. Fuck he was good with his fingers.

"That's right baby, I did. Who know you, Rorielle Styles, the bossy and commanding dominant could make a mess of your panties at the tone of a voice." He said looking down his nose at her. He watched her face contorted in pleasure as he hit the spot he knew so well, tapping it repeatedly.

"Either make me cum or don't bother at all you asshole." She snapped at him.

"Patience baby. Good things come to those who wait." He said shaking his head.

"I'm going to remember you said that." She mumbled and he had no doubt that she would and his words would come back to haunt him.

It didn't take them long to get each other naked, ripped clothes strewn all over the hotel room, loose buttons flying every direction. He's sure if he looked towards the kitchen he would see half of her panties hanging off a chair and the other half on the other side of the room on the desk.

Effortlessly lifting her up and laying her on the makeshift kitchenette table, Harry leaned over and sucked a dark mark on her left breast all while squeezing at her hips and thighs.

"You always smell so fucking good." He muttered to himself. "So fucking sweet." Rory listened as he continued to mutter to himself as he explored her body with his hands and mouth, leaving a visible trail in his wake.