painter!harry sneak peek
“Tha’s it. Y’look so pretty like this.”
Harry crawls onto the bed in front of her, intently watching her. She’s on her knees with her feet tucked under her bum, showing off her dreamy thighs. His eyes travel down the length of her arm, all the way to her fingers, circling the sensitive nerve endings. Her head rolls back, looking up at him through thick eyelashes.
“baise moi,” fuck me.
His eyes and heart fill with lust and love, all for her. The desire, the attraction, the connection that these two had was nothing but euphoric, and he wants nothing more than to lay her down onto his bed and have her scream his name.
But not tonight.
“non, sois une bonne fille.” no, be a good girl.
Her whimpers grew louder with his velvety voice, words stimulating her further.
“vous êtes sale, vous le savez? ne peut même pas passer quelques heures sans que je te touche?” you're filthy, you know that? can't even go a few hours without me touching you?
His fingertips continually grazed her belly, eliciting a shameless moan from her lips, making the blood rush right to his cock.
“ne va jamais tomber malade de ce son.” never gonna get sick of that sound.
She desperately gripped his bicep with her free hand, whining when he wouldn’t budge.
“Allez, fais-toi venir, alors tu peux m'avoir comme tu veux, ma chérie.” c'mon, make yourself come, then you can have me any way you want, sweetheart.
