London, Harry's house


Amber had her thighs tightly clenched around Harry's waist. He held her as if she were as light as a feather. She seemed so small yet strong against his chest. They were kissing, their tongues entwining, the wet saliva on their lips. She couldn't stop, he was burning again this body, yearning for the ablaze sensation. Harry's hand were caressing her body, each spot stroke with fury and passion. He couldn't stop himself, her burning skin under his palms. Amber felt a burning sensation down to her core, as Harry kissed her jawline, right next to her ear, trailing down to her chest. Amber arched her back, the hot sensation overwhelming her body. Every single of Harry's touch was left ablaze on her skin. It felt as burn, enrapturing her body, craving for him. She couldn't forget the tension and heat anymore.

She gripped Harry's back, ripping his shirt off. She couldn't help herself anymore, she needed his passion tonight. Her fingers on the smooth fabric, tossing it on the floor. Harry wet hands on her waist and back. They kept avoiding eye contact, simply kissing and yearning for that wet, burning sensation. He opened Ambers dress, her back vulnerable. Smooth and white. Muscular and strained. Sweat drops rolling down, the skin inflamed. He felt her nibbling his ear, inviting him to undress her. He felt her breast against his chest. Almost each heart beat. Fast and wet. Their body's against each other. The moist sensation, the sweat and saliva. He sucked on her neck until he left a black kiss-mark. Amber was burning and wet inside, a fire had ignited in her guts down to her core. The aflame wet tips of her fingers, eager for Harry's body.

He held her up and smoothly laid her on the bed. Amber felt the soft fabric underneath her, her eyes now locked on Harry. His tattoos, his abs covered in a thin layer of sweat. Her small kiss marks on his jawline, his puffed plum lips. After the quick stare, he climbed on top of her, kissing her roughly. The moist touch, both passionately involved. Harry tongue running down to the crook of her neck, his hand fondling with her breast. Amber moaned and fiery touch. His hand aflame on her body. The other one running down her bare waist and hips. Quick circular strokes left her skin red with raw lust. Harry's kisses trailed down to her bare chest. Warm and wet on her skin, he licked her. Amber had a feral moan, almost hissing through her teeth. Harry continued, as Amber arched her back. Harry's curls fondling in the valley of her breast tickling. The soft sensation making Amber murmur his name.

In a wild touch, she flipped them around. Now on top of a Harry, her feeling of superiority, the alcohol still in her system. She smirked and took control of his body. She kissed his clavicle, slowly smoothing lower and lower. Her arched back, her bare breast brushing against his torso. She licked her lower lip and untied his belt. She wet her palm with her tongue and reached for him. Harry felt each of her wet strokes burning, right through his skin. The hardness thickening as he felt Amber's sizzling tongue. The fierce, primitive touch on Harry's frenzied body. He was tossing on the white sheets, as the wet sensation overwhelmed him. Amber's slim fingers around him, her lips moist and soft, only asking to be widely kissed. Her white hands covered in the thick liquid. She licked it off one, as she crawled back to Harry's lips. She kissed him, her other wet hand still down below. Harry's warm breath as they kissed, making her shiver down her spine.

He had his hand on her hip and took control again, flipping them around. Harry caressed her broiling skin. On of her aflame legs between his, still brushing against him. He kissed and teased her, sliding lower to her core. With light bites, making her back arch each time. He stroke on the inside of her thighs. Each kiss, bite, touch was wet and ablaze on her skin. The moist sensation, the wet feeling, led Amber to have tameless moan. She couldn't help it, her world was still blurry. Only each of his strokes on her skin, his warm hands on her thighs, his drenched skin made her feel real. Harry's wet tongue flicked inside her. She gripped his curls at the fervid sensation. Her entire body was aroused, the feverish tingling lingering all over her body. She felt goosebumps behind her neck. She moaned again as Harry's flicks got firmer. He was still teasing her, squeezing the inside of her thighs. Amber felt it was everything was tight inside. The burning sensation in her core. The burning wet feeling shuddering through each of her pores. He could feel Amber tossing to grip a pillow.

He could only smell her scent in the room, her fingers still tangled in his hair. He felt as if she was the only one who could ever satisfy him. Harry used his skilled fingers to throw her over the edge of ecstasy. Thrusting slowly inside her. Her sweaty hips moving to enhance the sensation. Amber couldn't hold it in anymore, releasing the burning crave. Harry licked his fingers and kissed Amber. Wet, hot, steamy and passionate, but to Amber something was off.

Notes

What was off? What is Amber going to do?

Chapter 8 for you ^^ sorry for the long wait I'm in exam week so I have a lot of work ^^

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