Pure Ones || H.S

13

Warm flesh in contact, heavy hot breathing heard loudly. Moans muffled together like a little rhythm he admired. Her sweet perfume was strong piercing into his nose as she undressed in front of him. Beauty was all he see. Pale, short little leg supporting her petite body as her skin was decorated by feckles, veins and permanent scars.

Her small breast, he kissed, the little bump of her small hips, he showered with love. Her tiny hands both grasping to his soft greesy hair. "Harry," she called.

He looked up, enjoying his name being called by his beloved ones he had always craved for love. Her eyes steamy, biting her lips while her cheek flushed red.

"Wake up,"

Groaning, he woke up from his slumber, fully clothed on the sofa in the middle of the living room. By the corner five feet away, stood little Belle only in her towel.

"I think my dress is dry now," she blushed, looking down.

"It'd take a lot more than this to wait for it to dry," he sat up and wiped his sleepy eyes. He had been dreaming about f*****g Belle a lot lately. Its driving on his nerve.

She nodded carelessly, looking around. She was shivering and Harry didn't seem to notice it until a little sneeze came from her.

His head snapped towards her. "Are you okay?" he frowned.

"Yes," she sniffed. "Just a little cold," that's when he realized her body trembling, face puffy and pale like a living corpse.

"Come here," she sat comfortable next to him as he embraced her with warmth and security. "You're very cold," he whispered.

"I know,"

Seconds by seconds as it pass, she sat there and feeling a little warmer. She laid her head on his chest and she heard his loud heartbeat. She peaked at him through her eyelash and he looked back.

"What's wrong?"

She looked down to her bare thigh. "You're not going to hurt me, are you?"

He sighed loudly. "No," He leaned back. "I told you that,"

"Why?"

"Because," he wiped his face. "That's the opposite thing I wanna do," he looked at her with love. "I want to protect you, Belle,"

"If you had the chance to take my virginity, would you?"

"Why are you asking me all these questions?"

"Just answer me,"

He groaned and sighed again. "I don't want to take away your innocence,"

"But virginity and innocence are two different things,"

"Who told you that?"

"My mom. She told me she lost her virginity when she was fourteen. She also told me it was okay if I were ready. Even without my virginity, I could still be innocent. I know how different they both are,"

"Your mom is weirdly open for raising such a catholic child,"

"My parents aren't catholic," she explained. "I was close with my uncle," he could almost here the pain through the way she mentioned her uncle.

"I didn't hurt him,"

"I trust you," her hand grasped over his. She leaned in until their faces were inches away. "I heard you calling me,"

"Really?"

"You were moaning my name," she closed her eyes and breath. "I know what you were dreaming of," she bit her lips. "Your pants look tight somehow,"

He chuckled softly. "Oh, Belle. You really are something,"

She smiled. "Now, is this the time where you should kiss me?" She fluttered her eyes.

Harry grasped her bum out of the sudden, causing her to shriek in shock as she giggled. Her arms traveled around his neck while she straddled him. He squeezed her bum lightly, grasping it while his other hand caressed lovingly on her face.

"May I?" He asked politely.

She nodded eagerly, moaning while her whole body trembling as long as he touched her.

"Yes, daddy,"