Slow.

Each of his movements, his touches, were slow and meticulous; he tried to visually imprint every detail of her body into his mind. His tongue smoothed over every strain in her muscles, and glided along every flawless plane of her stomach and chest, feeling the blood pulse in anticipation through her veins. As painfully hard as he was in the confinements of his jeans, he found himself in no rush as his hands pinned down her hips and he settled himself between her beautifully creamy thighs.

"Harry," he heard her whine desperately, her wide hips attempting to squirm in his hold. He fought back a smile; she was just as needy for him as he was for her.

With that in mind, Styles peeped his tongue out from his lips, pressing a hot kiss to her center, right over the lace fabric. Carmen exhaled a thick breath, her back arching in want. She couldn't tell if he was teasing her on purpose, or if this was how slow he usually went with things. A gasp fell from her parted lips as his hot breath fanned over her in the most sensual way, as if awakening each and every one of her nerves.

"Harry please," she whimpered, her words not even resonating with her mind since it was quickly becoming a mess with every breath of his that flooded over her heat. She could feel every thought flee her, other than the ones about the man between her thighs.

His teeth took hold of the hem of the fabric, tugging it down just enough to reveal her to him. She laid there completely vulnerable, her wrists pinned above her head, and her body in its most rawest, beautiful form. Even though he knew he wasn't the only man to experience her this way, he was able to brush the painful thoughts away for the time being, relishing the moment as he buried his face between her thighs and lapped away at her wetness.

He decided, as her sweetness exploited his taste buds, that she was his new favorite dessert.

He could barely feel a small hand grasp his hair as he skillfully moved his tongue against her. The hand tugged harshly, loud whimpers echoing against the usually silent walls of his room. He knew he would never be able to sleep in the room again without forever hearing her melodic moaning, the most perfect and natural song that he wanted on repeat, night after night.

He was already in deep, and he couldn't care less.

"God, you taste so good, baby." He moaned against her, his lips sucking at her clit in the most teasing way, his eyes gleaming up at her as she continued to whimper helplessly. Harry could feel her cunning walls dissipating with every careful flick of his tongue. He was feeding off each of her moans, a warmth in his stomach swelling pridefully as it was his name being sung beautifully from her ruby red lips.

"I want you now, Harry," she hissed, her voice as demanding as she could manage to sound through her mindless stature. He complied, pulling his lips away from her and darting his tongue to lick them clean, not want to waste any of her wonderful taste. His eyes beamed down at her, glowing in the dimness of the room as if she lit the fire in his body. His last ounce of self-control dissolved as he discarded his body of the clothes adorning it, removing his jeans and shirt, and lastly his pair of briefs.

Carmen's breathing was labored as she cursed quietly to herself. The man, sitting there in all his naked glory, was truly the most beautiful person she had ever laid eyes on. She couldn't help but let her dark eyes trail over the toned planes of his stomach, the skin soft peppered with a path of hairs that led to his fully hard erection.

He dipped his head back down to kiss her center softly once more, before grabbing his length and easing himself slowly into her. They moaned in harmony; his low, raspy voice slipping past his lips involuntarily and complementing the soft, gentle moaning sounding from the woman beneath him.

"You feel so good," he praised breathlessly as he began to rock his hips in sync with the deep beating of his heart. This was what he had been waiting for, for longer than just a week- he had been waiting for this his entire life.

Purpose. He felt a purpose fueling each of his gentle, deep thrusts. He could feel the words that he would never be able to express to her verbally, flow effortlessly between their connected bodies. He didn't know what it was he was trying to say, but he knew that it was what his body had been trying to tell him since the moment he met her. The physical yearning for her that throbbed in the pit of his abdomen; the tightening under his breast that was only soothed by the memory of her touch. He needed her to cure the boredom that followed after every game of cards,after every quick fuck, after every night spent alone.

This was what he was, unknowingly, trying to tell her.

"You're so fucking big, Harry," she gasped as she felt him stretch her, fill her. This is what she lived for, to be wanted. She could sense the unfathomable lust he felt for her as he pushed into her, in and out; his heavy breathing pooling over her sweat-dampened skin. It was one of her favorite things, to listen to their breathing as they pounded mindlessly into her, praising her over and over again for how beautiful she was. Their words gave her life, gave her the skip in her regal step.

She was a thief, stealing a man's breath, his heart, and his money.

Harry Styles was no exception.

Harry sealed his lips over hers, kissing her with an open mouth as the words he could never say were spoken with each movement of his tongue against hers. She wasn't listening, though; the only thing she could hear was the rhythm of their skin sounding against each other, filling the room.

He was close, she could tell. His thrusts were becoming sloppy, his muscles straining under his glistening skin, and she could feel the pace of his heart become irregular as she placed her hands to his chest.

"I can't- I can't hold it much longer," he panted. If his face wasn't already flushed red from his labored breathing, it would've certainly be as he closed his eyes in embarrassment. It couldn't have been longer than two minutes, and here he was, barely holding on with every last ounce of restraint.

"Me, too," she moaned, and Harry couldn't help but stare at her with wide eyes, wanting to remember the image of her laying underneath him like this, her face tainted pink and her lips swollen and red, not from her lipstick but from his beautiful assault.

They let go at the same time.

A symphony of moans and thick breaths played through their ears before his body nearly collapsed on top of her.

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His eyes were closed while her fingers soothed his scalp, eliciting soft hums to sound through his chest as she worked her hand through his hair. The sweat could be felt on both of their bodies, sticking them together like sap oozing from the bark of a tree. Her legs were tangled with his, his head sprawled against her chest, and his thick arm wrapped around her waist almost possessively, caging her body under his.

"I don't want you to live with him anymore." His words broke the calming silence, coming out as a hushed murmur, his eyes still fluttered shut. Carmen didn't respond for a moment, too entranced by the way his eyelashes casted dim shadows over his cheekbones. She retracted her hand from his hair and brought it to his shoulder, the muscles tensing under his skin as her fingertips pressed into it.

"That's a shame," she spoke, digging her thumb into the tight knot in his shoulder, causing Harry to groan softly. "Because you do not have any say in where I choose to live, or with whom."

He clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth; there were two ways he could go about this situation. His first instinct was to force her to obey his wish, but he knew by now that a girl like Carmen Vicino would not respond well to that method.

He went with his other choice, something not as familiar to him.

"What if I bought you your own place?" he negotiated. His head tilted up to peer at her through his tired, hooded eyelids. "Wherever you wanted. I just-" He pursed his lips and lowered his voice. "I just can't stand the thought of you living with him."

"Are you jealous, Mr. Styles?" she prodded, her eyebrow arching playfully.

"No, of course not," he scoffed, his voice raising from its previously whispered state. "I have nothing to be jealous of."

Her ravenous eyes glistened in amusement at his denial. It was so obvious that he was envious, even though he had no knowledge of her and Stephan's actual relationship. If only he knew that she didn't actually live with him, maybe his paranoia would be soothed. But he couldn't know that, not ever.

"I don't know," she sang. "He is quite handsome, and he's almost as huge as yo-" He cut off her words by kissing her lips softly, smiling amusedly against them.

"Alright, fine. I'm jealous," he murmured into her mouth, kissing her deeper. His tongue got lost in her heavenly taste so that he couldn't even be angry at her for trying to get a reaction out of him. He could feel his body craving her again, even though they had both only just recovered from the first time a few minutes ago. It was impossible not to want her again, with her breasts pressed up against his bare chest, and his narrow hip fitting snugly against hers.

She was truly the devil, here to tempt him until he lost his mind.

"I may be jealous," he said lowly, pulling away from the kiss just as she herself started to lose her composure by the feel of his tongue against hers. "But I'm sure he won't be too happy once I tell him I fucked you all night long."

"All night?" she giggled.

"All night, baby." He nodded and sealed his lips over hers once again, the rest of the night filled with soft moaning and calloused fingertips against smooth skin.

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