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He pulls me up the stairs, keeping a firm grip in my hand. We walk all the way up to the hallway and towards his office. He stops in front of the door an opens it wide, still keeping his hand in mine.

I stop in my tracks when I see a desk, a new desk. A desk that's placed against and facing his but with art supplies all on it. My stomach knots and my airways feel almost tighten as he smiles.

"What is this?" I ask in shock.

"It's your new art table." He says while coming up behind me and snaking his arms around my waist, resting his chin on my shoulder.

"How did you manage to get this up here without be noticing?" Is the first question that comes to my head.

"Well I got help from the boys, and it was when you were asleep." He mumbles while keeping his hands intertwined over my stomach.

"Harry, I can't believe this." I say in shock, feeling overwhelmed with joy.

I never had an actual art desk before. And the fact that he put it in the room he didn't even let me go in two weeks ago is such a nice thing. He places the desk against his so we face each other.

"Do you like it?" He murmurs into my ear.

I turn around and wrap my arms around his neck, hugging him as he wraps his arms around my waist.

"I love it." I whisper back.

I'm shocked he went through all of this trouble for me. I hope he doesn't think I expect big presents from him though, I would have been fine with just a hug to be honest.

"Merry Christmas darling." He says softly against my ear.

I pull my head back and crash my lips against his- inhaling sharply from the impact. His hands squeeze my hips and while my fingers tangle in his curls, tugging at the roots. Our lips lustfully move together like they've been apart for so long. My lips part slightly and he takes more hesitation to push his tongue into my mouth. He starts walking forward, making me walk backwards until I hit the couch. I fall down on the love seat and Harry crashes down with me, crawling his muscular body onto mine. I grab his biceps while his hips push between my legs.

My teeth tug slightly on his metal lip ring, making a quiet moan leave his lips. His hips grind against mine, making the pressure in my stomach build.

His lips move down to my jaw, trailing right up to under my ear. He grazes the sensitive skin with his teeth, aggressively biting and sucking. A small whimper leaves my lips in pleasure as he continues to nibble on the bitter skin.

I tug at the bottom of his shirt and he immediately sits up tall, peeling the fabric off his body. I look up at his long muscular body between my legs as he tosses the balled up t-shirt to the floor.

He grabs my hands and pulls me up to his lap. His back sits against the back of the couch while I straddle his waist. He grabs my sweater and throws it off my body, leaving me in my black lace bra he bought for me so long ago.

He looks at the dark fabric and smirks before grabbing my neck and smashing our lips back together. He keeps his hands firmly on the sides of my neck and jaw while hungrily moving his lips with my own. His chiseled body stays pressed against my fragile one while my hands lay firmly on his jagged shoulders.

I kiss down his jaw and lead to his neck for a change. I kiss softly against the smooth skin before biting down softly, making a small grunt leave his lips. I assault the soft skin on his neck while his hands slide down to my lower back. I can feel his breath picking up from his chest rising and falling quickly.

I like making him feel pleasure, it makes me feel more confident in myself. He always makes me feel good and maybe it's time that I return the favour.

I keep sucking on his skin while slowly grinding my hips. His fingers tighten around my sides and his breath quickens slightly but enough for me to notice.

"Fuck how'd you get so good a this?" His raspy voice mumbles as I keep my lips to his neck.

His words only make the heat in my lower stomach rise and I subconsciously move my hips more noticeably.

I pull my head back and see how red his neck has gotten, almost making me gasp but stopping myself. It looks a lot more violated then I though but I waist no time to smash our lips back together. My fingers tangle tightly in his roots, pulling it between my fingers.

"Amelia you're really teasing me with you hips.." He warns like last time. I remember last time I was on his waists he said the same thing and I immediately got freaked and apologized because I didn't realize I was grinding on him so much.

But this time I was well aware.

"I know." I whisper, making his eyes widen.

"No like Amelia, you're really grinding on me right now." He restated but more specifically- his cheeks inflamed and his breath faint from pants.

My heart races and my palms sweat immensely.

"I know, Harry." I whisper before making the courageous decision on getting off his lap and dropping to my knees in front of his legs on the floor.

His eyes go wide and he freezes as he sees me on my knees between his legs. My hands shake and a cold shiver runs though my spine but I know that I want to do this for him. Last time I wasn't sure because of my nerves, but now I know that I want to.

"Let me make you feel good this time Harry."