Chapter 66: Do You Think Of Me?

Purple’s POV:

I lifted my shoulder and yanked Harry away from me. He had answered my question, but at the wrong time; if he had answered it earlier, I wouldn’t have cried so much.

I took the novels I planned to reread at Paul’s, walked to my bed, and placed them in my bag. “When are you leaving?” he asked, and I knew he was referring to my flight.

“The day after tomorrow.”

I bit my lower lip when I felt his presence tower over me from behind. He brought his face closer, and his breath hit my skin like a tornado; then it moved gently from the nook of my neck to my ears, and he whispered, “I dream of you a lot.”

I leaned into him with my eyes closed as he placed a wet kiss on my neck. His hands wrapped around me—not tight enough to restrain me, but I had no plans of running.

Then he tilted my head back, and I was staring straight at him. “Do you think of me?”

His index finger kept brushing my neck, and I swallowed a large amount of air, but it was hard to let it out. “Always,” I confessed, breathing out heavily. Then he gently sucked on my lip, pulling my lower lip and doing with it as he pleased.

Harry tasted like cocaine. I don’t know what cocaine tastes like, but I’ve heard people get addicted to it and probably lose their minds when they can’t get it—and also, that cocaine is bad for your health.

Harry was bad for my heart, but I just loved him so much. He flipped me so fast and continued to kiss me as I rested my hand on his chest, then he sent his tongue down my throat and i moaned in his mouth as his hands trailed from my neck and I gasped loudly into his mouth when I felt his finger brush my hardened nipple over the fabric.

His touch was electric, sending sparks straight down my spine. Harry didn’t rush as his thumb circled slowly, teasing the stiff peak through my thin top until my back arched involuntarily, pressing my breast harder into his palm. A low, satisfied hum vibrated from his chest into mine.

“Always, huh?” he murmured against my lips, voice rough and dark. He pulled back just enough for our eyes to lock, his blue ones burning with that dangerous hunger that always made my knees weak, does he look at every girl like this after a kiss? or was it just me. “Then show me how much you think about me, Pancake.”

Before I could answer, his mouth claimed mine again, deeper this time, more demanding. His hand slid down my side, fingers digging into my waist as he walked me backward until the edge of the bed hit the back of my thighs. I dropped onto it willingly, pulling him down with me. Harry settled between my legs, his body hovering just close enough that I could feel the heat radiating off him without the full weight crushing me.

He broke the kiss to trail his lips along my jaw, then lower, sucking lightly on the sensitive spot beneath my ear. My hands fisted in his shirt, tugging him closer. I wanted more of that mouth, more of those hands that knew exactly how to play me like I was his favorite instrument.

“Harry…” I breathed, my voice shaky.

He answered by slipping his hand under the hem of my nightgown, palm gliding up my thight to my bare stomach. The calluses on his fingers scraped deliciously against my skin, raising goosebumps in their wake. When he reached my breast again, this time without the barrier, he cupped it fully, squeezing with just the right pressure. His thumb flicked over my nipple, rolling it, pinching lightly until I whimpered and bucked up against him.

“Fuck, you’re so sensitive for me,” he growled, the words hot against my collarbone. He pushed my night gown higher, exposing me to the cool air, then leaned down and replaced his fingers with his mouth.

The wet heat of his tongue circling my nipple made me cry out. He sucked hard, then soothed with slow, lazy licks, alternating between breasts like he couldn’t decide which one he wanted to devour first, then he stopped and looked down at my body, making me heart race and my insecurities choke me like undigested meal.

"You are too fucking pretty," he muttered and I blushed then without giving me a moment to recover, he returned his lips to his favorite instrument. My fingers threaded through his hair, holding him there as my hips rolled restlessly beneath him, seeking friction.

One of his hands wandered lower, tracing the waistband of my panties. He didn’t dip inside, just teased the edge, fingers dipping just beneath the fabric to stroke the sensitive skin of my lower belly. Every brush of his fingertips made my core throb with need.

I tugged his hair, pulling his mouth back up to mine. Our kiss turned messy, desperate. Tongues sliding, teeth nipping and breaths mingling. His hips pressed down, letting me feel how hard he was through his jeans, grinding slowly against me in a rhythm that matched the strokes of his tongue.

“Tell me what you dream about,” he whispered between kisses, his voice strained. His hand finally slid fully under my panties, cupping me over as I hugged him tighter. The heel of his palm pressed firmly against my clit, rubbing in tight, maddening circles while his fingers traced my folds, no one ever made me feel this drunk. “Do you touch yourself thinking of me?”

I nodded frantically, unable to form words at first. The pressure was perfect, building that delicious ache higher and higher without letting me tip over.

“Y-yes,” I gasped. “Yeess. Harry, please—”

He kissed me again, swallowing my plea as he slipped his fingers into me. Two thick digits glided through my wetness, parting me, teasing my entrance without pushing in. He circled my clit with slick precision, then dragged his fingers back down, spreading my arousal everywhere.

I was shaking. Whimpering into his mouth. My legs wrapped around his waist, heels digging into his back as I chased his hand. He kept the pace torturously slow, building me up, then easing off just enough to keep me on that aching edge.

“You’re dripping for me,” he groaned, biting my lower lip. “So fucking wet. I could stay like this for hours, baby. Just feeling how badly you need me.”

His mouth moved back to my breasts, sucking harder now while his fingers worked me faster. The dual sensation had my eyes rolling back, my entire body tightening like a coil ready to snap. I was lost in him—his scent, his heat, the filthy sounds of his fingers sliding against me, the way he whispered dirty praises between kisses.

I was completely addicted.

And he knew it.

"Purple," I heard Etsy´s voice from my door and gasped, and quickly yank Harry from me and stood up staring at him as he sat up and sent his fingers into his mouth and took a lip, this man was my undoing and I can´t believe I was going to let him have me that easily.

"Purple are you asleep? come to the sitting room for a while" Etsy said and I knew if I didn´t answer then she was going to come in anyways. I tried to catch my breath before saying.

"Okay, will be there,"

Then I turned to Harry "We...we can´t do this," not now, not when he doesn´t love me and I am scared all we have is lust. He stood up and walked over me, then pulled me into his arm and hugged me tightly.

"I am sorry, you should sleep early," then he kissed my forehead and walked over to the bed "You are so beautiful Pancake,"

my face heated up and I cleared my throat before asking him to leave after me, I didn´t want Etsy or anyone else see him leave my bedroom.