Hi bestiesss! I'm back with a good one.......

Like the past couple, it's a both perspective chapter, and Harry's in it, is my favourite. I hope you like it as much as I do!

There's a LONG author's note at the end. PLEASE read it and watch the video. Anyway, that's all for now.

Enjoy, my precious rosy tulips 🌷

♬ ✥*

Harry.

"Harry, what is this?" My sweet girl repeated.

But, again, I didn't answer her.

I took a few steps towards the centre of the room, looking over at the man standing at the bar waving to turn on some music — and making sure to dim the lights. The mood was immediately set within us, and now it was just me and her — and the bartender.

When the music began to echo in the vast space, I turned to look at her with a smirk tugging at my lips as I saw her perplexed face.

Of course, my Essie was still confused.

As I approached her, she tilted her head slightly, slowly coming to a partial realisation.

"You want to continue our dance lessons?" Her brows furrowed. "Here?"

"No." I shook my head, then smiled. "I believe I owe you a dance, Miss Hayes. From what I recall, I'd like to move on from 'lethal dancing,' and so something a little more dangerous — scandalous even."

"W-what? How?" She stuttered, and I found it adorable.

"I told you I had two left feet, and I did..." I started, "...but then, when I had you in my arms that night you taught me to dance, I remembered it all."

"Elaborate, please," she spoke, trying to understand things.

"My dad has me take lessons during the summers, you know, in case I ever needed to get a woman's attention for a business deal. According to him, it attracts potential money. I hated going because of two reasons, I didn't want to, and the reason as to why I had to take them."

"You're joking," she said in disbelief, taking a few steps towards me.

"I wish I was, love," I replied, reaching out to take hold of her hand.

"So why didn't you tell me afterwards?"

"I was afraid. I hated dancing in front of people, and I didn't have enough confidence to dance period — nonetheless with someone like you."

A surprised chuckle escaped her lips. "Someone like me? What about me?"

"A professional dancer, Essie. What else?" I chuckled. "That's other than the fact that if I let you know, I thought you'd always make me dance."

"I'd never do that, Harry," she assured me.

"I know now." A smile curled on our lips, then we let out a small laugh. "Plus, you also threatened to break my toes with your stilettos. My eagerness might've depleted since then."

And just as I leaned to kiss her, she let go and gracefully walked to the exact centre of the ballroom.

"I think it's enough chatting for now. Are you going to just stand there or show me your moves?" Serenity asked, a brow raised in question. "What will it be, Tiger?"

I followed her, slowly removing my suit jacket as I did so. Serenity's eyes travelled towards my neck, further revealing her stained lips upon my skin, resulting in a wicked smirk on her face. Curling her finger towards me, taunting me as she waited patiently for me. I could tell that she was very proud of her little teasing actions earlier, but she had no idea who she was dealing with.

Grasping hold of my jacket, I hooked it on my finger, letting it hang over my shoulder, holding in a grin. Essie's eyes widened as she might've begun to figure out what dance I had in mind.

Just as I reached her, I let go and let the fabric fall at our feet. She watched my every movement, keeping her gaze tight on me. I reached out to gently cup her cheek, then moved to softly pull the chiffon that was wrapped around her neck and let it rest upon my jacket. The smooth skin of her chest was occupied with a few love bites I gave her while we were in the bath.

The light material had hidden those marks, but now, they were on full display — and those were what I was very proud of. We both knew that she'd receive many more later on, and I had to relish with these in my sight.

A very pretty sight.

Just before I grasped her left hand, rest my other on her waist, I gestured to a man who was beside the device to play the song I'd already selected.

And once she heard the intro, the sudden realisation hit her full force.

I couldn't help but smirk at her changed appearance.

"The tango?" she asked in disbelief, looking down in shock.

"You nervous, Starlight? Show me those pretty blue eyes," I spoke, finally meeting the sparkling sapphire gems I adored so much.

But what was once surprise quickly morphed into a smug expression.

"Never. Let's see what you can do," Serenity challenged with a smirk. "Oh, and don't complain if I step on your shoes. I won't apologise this time."

"You wouldn't dare," I teased, knowing her bluff.

"Try me." Her words were a dare, but I knew she wouldn't.

I could see her contemplate what she said, but she decided against it. So, she turned a different way.

"You know, you're not supposed to look at me right now," she informed me, and I let out a small chuckle.

"Yeah, well..." I paused, "...I'm getting out of that concrete zone, baby. Do your worst."

Straightening our backs as hands firmly closed together, her other arm straightened out, resting it above mine, and flattened palm just behind my shoulder. As I slotted my right leg between hers, I flashed a sly wink before stepping forward, knowing she was light on her feet as she moved back. I hadn't danced in years, but it was coming back to me like it was yesterday — except this time, my partner was the girl of my dreams.

I swiftly stepped right at the fourth count, feeling as she smoothly followed my lead, not failing to distance herself.

I was dancing with the Serenity Marie Hayes — it was an honour.

Serenity's feet swivelled and turned as I moved, and I kept a tight hold on her waist, making sure that she could never slip out of my grasp. I could feel the light touch of her dress hit my body as she delicately danced with me.

When her leg sharply lifted on my thigh, and I dipped her, I couldn't help but look down at it and back at her with a smirk. As I pulled her up, I expected her to drop it quickly down, but she purposefully slid it down my leg until her foot hit the ground, then briskly turned her body as we continued to movie together.

"Feisty."

"I'm just learning from the master."

"Let's not forget where we stand, Miss Hayes. I'm the tease," I said, holding my expression.

Our steps alternated between long and short as the dance was by no means easy or simple, but complex and precise. Every action and movement meant something, showcasing the sultry definition. With no doubt there was sensuality and seductiveness.

I could feel her warm breaths against my skin every time we neared each other again. Her face would come in direct view, meeting her stunning eyes, then suddenly part as her feet dragged her elsewhere — nonetheless, we were still connected.

The way I twirled her body in the air, she grasped hold of me, trusting me with everything in her — and believed that I wouldn't let her down.

Muted over the sound of the sensual music, a tune that entered the soul to only result in beautiful physical harmony, as her heels tapped against the marble floors.

I was careful to make sure neither of us would slip from our things that were dropped, but she used that to her advantage. She placed her foot on her chiffon wrap to drag herself further, almost meeting the ground before I pulled her body towards me. Her legs then curled around my hips, feeling the ultimate pressure surrounding us.

We were encased by enchanting, yet suffocating, tension. I felt at a loss of breath, losing the air around me, but I used my Essie as a source of oxygen. I wanted to solely live and breathe for her — for my heavenly Starlight.

Stars light up the sky, illuminating the vast dark space, but Essie was the lustrous gleam that shined the black hole of my past.

Twisting, twirling, turning, stepping forward and back, and passionately dipping her body down into the splits, she was the sole focus of my mind, heart, and soul. Everything around me screamed Serenity.

My ears became deaf to the tune, as all I heard was the deep pounding of my heart and the faint breath that escaped her lips for the seconds our mouths just barely connected.

Serenity used my leg whenever I bent it upwards as a guide to jump over and mutually match my moves. I grazed my hand down her arm, featherlight as I pushed to further bring out that provocative side that existed in her soul. I could tell that she cherished my touch that burned into her skin.

Her arm would glide over mind whenever it held the side of her waist, feeling the desperate, aching need to always be together. We were mutual and a pair of perfect puzzle pieces that only needed each other to solve.

When I let go of her, she moved a few steps away but came back, holding me from behind, keeping me close — just as she does at night. That same warm feeling that I adored was the same one that always made me feel safe by simply being near my sweet Essie.

As I turned to grasp hold of her and surprised me by getting on her knees with a teasing smirk. However, I used my hand to gracefully pull her up, holding the side of her neck, only for her leg to wrap around my waist. She knew what she was doing — and both were physical.

Our moves were intricate and precise but had a hidden meaning that only we could understand. We were both aware that we weren't ultimately alone but had a worker from the hotel watching us — but we weren't giving him a show. This was our form of linking two souls together in moving artwork.

The tango was a form of connecting two people and showcasing their love in an intimate dance.

We danced in idyllic harmony, something that I never expected to ever happen.

Not once had I stepped on her foot or accidentally injured her because all I wanted was to protect her for as long as I could. I never planned on hurting the woman who I adore.

I took her off guard when I moved and pushed her up to dance atop the bar, quickly catching her ground. Swiftly, I took a spin and then paused to watch her body gracefully move above me. I was at her sole mercy as she wholly dominated me without so much as a single touch.

But she already touched me — she touched my heart.

I was well aware that there was no one else other than Serenity for me. She was it, and no one could ever attempt to replace her.

Her leg lifted high, the chiffon fabric flew with her, creating an angel's wing as her arms stretched out. She was soaring in the world that was ultimately Essie's, and I was living in it.

The luck that I had to be with someone like her was a dream come true.

Without a fault, she jumped down into my arms, clinging onto me like it was the only thing she ever wanted to do.

Her head rested in the crook of my neck as I mirrored her action. Fingertips touched my glistening skin, grasping on so soft and tender. I could feel her breath hitting my skin, and the beating of her heart against my chest was mutual — everything was indescribable.

Serenity's leg curled around my body whilst her calf pressed against the back of my mine. I grazed my hand up to caress her entire thigh and travelling up to reach just below where I loved to mark my palm against it.

Jumping back, her hands seductively travelled all over her body, outlining her beautiful curves and breathing in the moment. I could see every exquisite feature she had, things that anyone could see, but most importantly, I was the one who knew the deep things about her.

The most intimate things she talked about late at night. The small things she loved to do when no one was watching, even though I always knew. The way she cuddled Luna in bed whenever I wasn't the one holding her in my arms. The way she liked her tea in the morning and refused to let anyone else make it for her.

I was the one that knew these things that no one else could ever know.

Pulling her back to me, I dipped her once more, moving to place a soft kiss at the centre of her neckline. The hitch in her breath was clear as day to me, but I held the grin to myself.

With one final twirl, I bent down, letting her hover just above the ground. Our eyes remained focused on one another until after the song finished. Her hair loosened entirely throughout the dance, falling down in strands covering parts of her face.

Our breaths were heavy, and the tension was evident. I knew that Serenity brought out the wild side in me, a part that I didn't know existed. When she called me a tiger the first time, "a one-of-a-kind snow tiger," it was a shock. No one had ever given me a nickname before that, and the infuriation I had for her only pushed me to refuse to accept that name — until I did.

Tigers were known to be like lone wolves — the ones that didn't travel in packs. They kept to their selves, and that was their life.

But I refused to be a lone tiger — so I became Essie's.

And she's the star that brings me home.

Fuck. That woman is incredible.

The more I looked into her deep, sparkling sapphire eyes, the further I fell for her.

I adore you. I adore you. I adore you.

Slowly, I reached down to caress her cheek, using my hand to bring her back to me. Neither of us realised that the music had come to an end, and we were in pure silence now. All I could hear was the resonating sound of the air that escaped her plump petal lips.

She dragged her legs up to stand, facing me, and I couldn't stop myself from continuing to gaze at her. Everything about Serenity was mesmerising, and no one would dare falter their focus if they ever looked at her.

Anyone could fall in love with a woman like her.

Without hesitation, she leaned to brush her lips against mine, hovering as she waited for me to take the next move — and I did. I connected our mouths together, relishing in the tangy flavours of raspberry and vanilla from the pinot noir she had earlier.

I wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her close to me whilst her hands setting on the nape of my neck. My body always reacted to her the way we both craved, and I was well aware she knew it — she felt it.

"Baby, please," I whispered against her mouth.

"What do you want?" she replied softly, then moved to press a soft kiss on the mark beside my lips. Everywhere she went, three pecks were given, and I knew that she meant something by them, but I wasn't sure exactly what. Nonetheless, I gave her the same.

"I don't want anything," I paused, "I need you. Always need you."

"Harry?" She was quiet, but I know she needed confirmation from me — to know exactly what I wanted.

"Dominate me, Starlight."

No one heard us as we were not in the spacious ballroom alone, but there was not a chance I was going to let anything happen between us here.

So without another word, I gave her another peck, feeling her smile in the brief kiss. I grabbed her hand and held it tight.

And without another word, I took my darling girl back up to our suite. Serenity gave me what I wanted earlier — the piano — but I might not have played it the way it should've been used to perform.

Everything we did was heavy, and rushed, but passionate with every movement. Her touch was strong, all of the power held between her hands. Nonetheless, I took care of her. It was something that I would never fail to do. Essie deserved the world, and pleasure included.

Even though she had control, I took pride in the fact that I was the one who brought her to ultimate ecstasy and bliss.

She led us back to bed, dangerously ignorant as to where we were walking. But just before she was about to fall, I grabbed her legs and told her to wrap them around me as I carried her up the stairs.

With every instruction, I knew that she wanted to slow things down with me. It was her goal to make sure that I was comfortable.

And I knew from that moment what her goal was — to make love to me.

We decided that we didn't need a safe word because we knew each other so well that we knew when to stop. I always studied Essie's actions, as she did mine. She did ask once more to double-check, but I broke her words off with a kiss, shaking my head slightly while I did so.

She laid me back on the plush surface, resting my head comfortably on the pillow as I watched her carefully. Her actions were gentle and caring but still rough enough to make sure I was in paramount euphoria.

Things that my ex tried on me that gave me no pleasure were utterly turned around. In every caress, press, stroke, rub, and touch she gave me, I never looked back or could even compare the two. Even when her hands settled on my chest, around me or my neck, I felt the raw caring emotion. I let her do as she pleased, consenting me along the way.

But I had to end within her — and only her.

And there was only so much I could handle. The smidge of dominance I handed Serenity was a dip in the pool for both of us, and I knew that another time I'd let her give it to me again; however, I loved — craved — being in control. It was something I was deprived of for years, and I never expected that I'd be good at it in my non-existent personal life — at that time — but I was led to believe so.

Essie was respectful of my actions, though, and the fact that she understood what I meant with everything. It's one reason that continues to add as to why I adore her so fucking much.

So I took over and was dotingly relentless as I repeated with showing her how much she meant to me. I always let her know what she did to me — and how she made me feel. She'd reply the same thing, and hearing it, never failed to make me groan or whimper at how intense we moved together.

Then suddenly, it hit us both like a freight train, coming at full speed. A powerful earthquake shook as our bare bodies clung to one another. I could feel her nails dig deep along my back, painting crimson lines. She made me feel things I'd never felt before as I trembled against her, losing almost all sensation of strength, keeping the bare minimum just enough to keep me hovering above my sweet girl.

Crushing my Essie was the last thing I'd ever do.

Serenity was everything and more.

But now, we were relaxed as we were in bed together. The duvet was bunched up at the edge of the bed, and our hair and sheets were a mess. My back rested against the headboard, and my darling Essie laid below me. Occasionally, her fingers would gently travel just over the waistband of my joggers, treasuring my skin in her touch.

It was a sweet gesture — and I