I walked in and took a deep breath. I heard the door click as Harry closed it and that is when I turned to look at him. He was already looking at me. I felt like sinking into the floor at that moment or jumping into his arms and kissing him passionately—there was no in between.

I opened my mouth to talk then I closed it again. I did this like three times. I was sure I looked like a blow fish or something. But I couldn't help myself. I wanted to sound as elaborate as possible when talking to him. I wanted him to understand.

I looked up to the ceiling and uttered a small Hail Mary. When I looked at Harry again, he had an amused smile on his face.

"Are you just going to stand there or are you going to actually tell me what you came here for?" he asked and I felt like melting.

"I'm sorry," I finally blurted out and I watched the expression on his face change. It got... dangerous. I swallowed.

He started approaching me and despite the fact that I wanted to be close to him, I found myself shifting to the back involuntarily.

"What exactly are you sorry for Iris?" Harry asked and I swallowed again. I stopped but he looked too menacing. Imagine this tall man with an unamused expression on his face walking towards you. No matter how hot he was, I had a sense of self preservation.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry for pushing you away even if you did nothing wrong," I said quickly, my back finally hitting the sofa. I gulped.

Harry came and stood directly in front of me. He didn't ask any other question. Just lifted his hand then trailed it softly on my exposed arm. My breath hitched. The look on his face was still serious. His gaze on focused solely on the arm his fingers rested on. Then all of a sudden, he looked up at me.

The look in his eyes... he might have looked serious. But the look in his eyes was wild. It almost made me question my sanity. I shivered at the intensity but it was like I had been hypnotized. I couldn't look away.

"Little flower..." Harry started. This time, the tone he used to say little flower wasn't teasing or anything. It was low, husky and damn if it didn't send a bolt straight to me coochie—and I am not kidding.

His hand left my arm and found its way to my face. It was like, in some kind of way, Harry was toying with me. His rested delicately on my bottom lip while he looked down at me. His expression was the same.

"What did I say you were? Can you refresh my memory?" he finally asked and I swallowed.

I was a little confused then a small realization came to me. His fingers left my lip then I was able to speak. "Your woman," I said in a small whisper. It was like if I spoke out loud, I was going to ruin the mood.

"I didn't hear you," Harry said.

"Your woman," I repeated a bit loudly.

"Good. And did I ever say you were allowed to leave me or push me away?" he continued asking. His hand had gone to my neck. He was holding it in a light grip.

"N-no," I stuttered. I didn't know where this was going to. But I had a good idea.

"And what did you do?" I whimpered as his grip on my neck tightened a little. Not to the point of pain.

"I pushed you away," I sighed. Harry didn't ask any other question after that. He looked at me for a moment, then took my face into one of his hands.

"Harry–" I started but he kissed me before I had the chance to say what I wanted to. I gasped into the kiss and he took the advantage to deepen it.

This was not like any other kiss we had ever shared. Yes, we had been passionate with each other. But this kiss... it was like Harry was trying to place his brand on me. He was trying to mark me—spoil me for every other person.

When he pulled away, I took in a deep breath. I was sure I looked dazed. I looked up and Harry. "Take off your clothes," he said.

I followed almost immediately, taking off the shorts and tank top I was wearing. I was about to remove my underwear as well but he stopped me.

"Walk to the bedroom, face the bed and wait for me," he instructed, then he slapped my ass for good measure. I did as he said and went to the bedroom. My panties were already wet in anticipation, anymore and they were going to get soaked.

I pressed my legs together and waited. It almost seemed like I had been waiting for him for ages. Then I felt his hand trailing on my nape. I shivered. The same hand went down to my back and caressed it. Then he placed a kiss on it.

Then no contact. "Turn around," Harry said and I turned. It was silent. The only sound you could hear in the room was my loud breathing.

I looked up at Harry but he wasn't looking at me. His gaze was focused on my exposed breasts. I looked down to them as well. The up and down movements they made as I inhaled and exhaled were strangely fascinating.

I watch as Harry lifted his hand and touched his thumb to the tip of my nipple. I gasped a little. He didn't make a lot of contact with it before moving to the next one. I arched my back so that my breasts jutted forward but Harry didn't take the hint. He kept on touching them lightly.

Then he removed his hand. "Take off your panties," Harry said in a husky whisper. I slid my panties down and stepped out of them, eager to resume the moment.

"Lay on the bed. Spread your legs."

I obeyed dutifully, clenching my wet pussy around nothing. I watched as Harry took his time deliberately. He stepped out of his clothes and I watched. I almost felt like a voyeur in that moment—which was ridiculous. My eyes were hooked to his boxers, and as he slid them down, my mouth opened.

It had been so long since we had been together, since I had felt his fingers, mouth, dick against and in my body. I wanted it. I wanted it so bad.

Harry walked to me and knelt between my legs. I looked up at him as my breath quickened a little. He did nothing for a while, just stared at me. I wiggled my hips a little, trying to get his attention. He just chuckled.

Then he put his thumb on my clit and stroked it a little. I gasped.

"You're not allowed to cum until I say you can. If you cum, we'll stop everything," Harry said, still stroking my clit. "Understood?"

"Yes Daddy," I gasped out. I moaned as he spread my pussy lips with his other hand, then rubbed around my leaking hole.

Harry then inserted a finger. But it wasn't enough. "Please, more Daddy," I whimpered, looking at him pleadingly.

He added a finger. Then another. And another until four of his fingers were in my pussy. I felt deliciously stretched out, the pleasure overcoming the hint of discomfort I felt.

He started moving his fingers slowly. "Oh Daddy..."

Then his thumb went to my clit and stroked it as he was thrusting his fingers into me. My breaths were becoming shallower and shallower and I felt the orgasm coming.

"I– Daddy, please stop. I'm gonna cum," I whimpered. Harry fingers went still in my pussy. Then he took them out, and while staring straight at me, put them into his mouth and licked them.

I was sure I looked like a doozy at this point. And to be honest, I couldn't even say I cared. Harry positioned his erection at my entrance and slid in slowly, both of us sighing when he reached the hilt.

His thrusts were slow at first. Then it was almost like a beast inhabited his body. He started thrusting is earnest then he put his thumb on my clit and rubbed it as his dick was sliding in and out of my wet hole.

"Yes Daddy. Fuck meeee," I moaned, gripping the sheets as the pleasure got too much.

"Who do you belong to? Who?!" Harry asked.

"You Daddy. All yours," I breathed out.

"Don't you ever forget it," he grunted then he said, "Cum."

It was almost like a damn burst when he uttered those words. I screamed as I lifted my hips to meet his. "I love you!" I exclaimed then went limp on the bed.

After a few thrusts, Harry came, grunting. Then slumped on the bed and pulled me into him. I smiled contentedly as I drifted off to sleep.

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Word count: 1525 words of just smut. Wow

Okay before I start who needs holy water? 😹😹
Anyone?

Pls tell me your thoughts. And I'm sorry if this scene is not all that. I'm a bit rusty. I haven't written smut in a while.

Let me know what you think tho!

And this book is coming to an end. Just five more chapters and an epilogue 😣

Next chapter next week hopefully. And there will be some serious talk.

See ya!

Love, Essie 🌺