I WANT YOU TOO!

ORION.

"Are you upset with me or something?" I asked, my voice laced with concern.

Harro scoffed, shaking his head in a dismissive gesture. But I knew better – his body language screamed that he was indeed upset.

"What gave you that idea?" he replied, his tone neutral, but his eyes betraying a hint of turmoil.

I pressed on, my curiosity piqued. "Well, you hardly said a word during dinner, and you haven't looked at me since we walked back to the room." I searched his eyes, hoping to glean some insight, but he looked away, his gaze drifting to some invisible point beyond my shoulder.

My brow furrowed in confusion. What was going on? "Did I do something wrong?" I asked, my voice tinged with a hint of vulnerability, as I drew closer to him.

But instead of welcoming my proximity like I expected, Harro stepped back, his eyes flashing with a mixture of emotions. My brows shot up in surprise – I realized something then, I didn't like being rejected, especially not by him. A pang of discomfort settled in my chest as I looked at him, a sting that felt almost like heartache as I realized something else, that It hurt to see him upset. I made a decision, I didn't just want to resolve this issue – I wanted the smile back on his face again, and fast.

"Do you like her?" Harro's voice was barely audible when he spoke, a whispered question that caught me off guard.

My eyes widened in surprise as his words registered. "Who, Azalea?" I asked, incredulity etched on my face. What was he talking about? "What gave you that idea?" I pressed, my mind racing to understand the sudden shift in his demeanor.

Harro's eyes narrowed, his gaze piercing. "I saw the way you two whispered at dinner. You were obviously flirting," he stated, his tone accusatory, his words laced with a hint of something else I couldn't figure out

I gasped, taken aback by the absurdity of his claim. "Whoa! Hold on just a minute! I was just being polite when she spoke to me," I protested, my hands raised in a defensive gesture. Was being courteous to his family member really a bad thing? I didn't have any ulterior motives; I was simply trying to make a good impression for his sake. Although, I'm now realizing that was a bad idea.

"It's obvious she was flirting with you, and you seem to enjoy it," Harro countered, his voice laced with a hint of possessiveness.

I groaned inwardly, realizing he wasn't listening to my protests. But then it dawned on me – he was serious about this. He didn't like the idea of me being interested in his cousin. A thrill ran through me as I grasped the underlying reason for his anger, he was jealous; wasn't he?

My heart tightened with a mix of emotions as I reached for him, my hand brushing against his arm. To my relief, he didn't pull away, his eyes locking onto mine with an intense gaze.

"I don't want her," I said, my voice low and husky, as I gazed into his eyes. "I want you." The words spilled out of me, echoing the same phrase he'd been using to torment me for weeks. And a slow, dazzling smile spread across Harro's face, illuminating his features and making my heart skip a beat.

"Say it again," Harro whispered, his eyes burning with desire.

I chuckled, my hands cradling his face as I gazed into his captivating blue eyes. "I want you, Harro. Only you, and no one else," I repeated, the words pouring out of me like a confession.

I spoke again, my voice barely above a whisper, "I'm done running away." With that, our lips collided in a fierce, passionate kiss. Harro's moan vibrated through my mouth, sending shivers down my spine.

Fuck, I love kissing him. I bit his bottom lip, asking for access, and he granted it with ease. My tongue slipped into his mouth, and my hands found their way to his hair, tangling in the soft strands as I devoured his mouth hungrily. I tasted every inch of him, my senses overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of our kiss. I fucking want more, I need more of him. My mind racing, my hand made its way to his ass, but before I could explore further, he pulled away, leaving me bewildered and breathless.

"My room," was all he managed to say, his voice a low whisper laced with urgency before he seized my hand and pulled me with him, his touch electric.

The door to his room swung shut behind us with a soft click, sealing us in a sanctuary of intimacy. In one fluid motion, he skillfully pushed me down onto his bed, the plush comfort of the mattress greeting me with a gentle thud as I landed. Without wasting a moment, he climbed on top of me, our bodies aligning perfectly, and our lips connected instantly in a fervent kiss that sent shivers down my spine. A soft moan escaped our lips, reverberating through the air as our passion ignited.

As our make-out session deepened, he trailed his kisses along my jawline, his warmth igniting a fire within me. His hands deftly pulled my shirt over my head, the fabric slipping away like water, followed almost immediately by my pants, discarded carelessly onto the floor. It wasn't long before we were left bare, the air charged with desire.

His eyes darkened with hunger as he looked down at my hard-on, a predatory glint glowing within him. My breath hitched as his lips wrapped around my erection, enveloping me in warmth, like a cozy blanket on a chilly night. I let out a deep "fuck" under my breath, a primal growl escaped my mouth as I instinctively tangled my fingers in his hair, holding him close as I thrust into his mouth.

The sensation of pleasure overwhelmed me, enveloping me in a dizzying haze. My head sank back into the pillow, my eyes fluttering closed as I surrendered to the exquisite sensations flooding my senses. He was absolutely incredible at this, every movement sending waves of ecstasy coursing through my body.

My hips began to sway rhythmically as he continued to take me whole into his mouth, I was completely lost in the exquisite sensations he elicited. Each movement deepened my desire, revealing a level of pleasure I didn't know was possible. He skillfully explored my hard cock, his tongue dancing around me with an intoxicating expertise. Fucking hell, he's going to be the death of me.

With a swift motion, I pulled him back up, our lips reconnecting in a heated kiss that ignited the air around us. I could feel the impending rush of ecstasy building within me as he sucked my tip, and I knew I was on the brink of release if he went further. I couldn't let that happen just yet. I wanted to prolong this moment, to savor every second as long as we both could withstand it.

I flipped him over, eliciting a small squeak from his lips, and a playful smirk curled at the edges of my mouth. Did he genuinely believe he was the only one capable of driving someone wild with pleasure?

Now straddling him, I captured his lips with mine, reveling in the way my body enveloped his. A low, primal growl escaped from deep within me when his hand found its way into my hair, sending shivers down my spine. My left hand mirrored his, our fingers entwining in an intimate dance, while my right hand roamed over the contours of his perfect physique, savoring every curve.

As my palm cradled his perfectly sculpted ass—I smiled loving the way it fits into my hand—he writhed beneath me, a soft gasp escaping his mouth,as my hand continued explore, brushing against his hard cock, coaxing a series of delicious moans that resonated like music to my ears as I stroke him, the symphony of pleasure between us heightened.

I continued to tease his hard-on, the warmth of his skin beneath my fingertips sending pulses of excitement through me. My strokes were deliberate, building anticipation with each movement. I knew I wasn't as masterful at giving head as he was, so I focused solely on the pleasure I could provide. After a while, he reached for a condom, carefully rolling it onto me with practice ease.

I slowly teased his hole with my finger, sensing his tension and desire mingling in the air. At first, his tightness gripped my finger, but as I continued to explore and coax him, he began to relax. Soon enough, my hard cock slipped in, the feeling deep and electric, igniting a fire between us. My body vibrated with pleasure as his entrance tightened around my cock, each thrust sending shockwaves of ecstasy throughout me.

The heat inside of him enveloping my cock felt like fire, igniting a primal desire within me that intensified by the second. He urged me to move faster as I found his sweet spot, our shared cries filled the room as we moaned, a symphony of pleasure. It was a moment of pure bliss, where the world outside faded away, and all that mattered was the connection between us, the rhythm of our bodies moving together in perfect harmony. The feeling of being inside him is addictive.

"You're so fucking beautiful!" I whispered breathlessly, my lips brushing against his earlobe, nibbling gently. The soft touch made him shiver involuntarily, sending a thrilling jolt of electricity through my body, intensifying the urgency of my movements. In the tranquil, dimly lit room, the only sounds were the echoes of our intertwined breaths and the symphony of our moans, creating an intimate cocoon around us as we made love. My hand found his throbbing length, caressing it with fervor, feeling the pulsating heat beneath my fingers, I knew he was close too.

"Cum with me," I whispered into his ear, my breath ragged and uneven, as I quickened the rhythm of my strokes. My movements became more urgent, and the room was soon filled with the symphony of our intertwined moans and guttural growls, the atmosphere thick with intensity. In that exhilarating moment, we reached our climax together, a shared crescendo of sensation, better than any high I've ever felt.

"Fuck!" he gasped, his voice tinged with a mixture of awe and exhaustion, as I rolled off him and settled on the bed beside him. I chuckled, echoing his exclamation, as I managed to breathlessly agree.

"Yeah, fuck!"

His laughter, deep and infectious, resonated throughout the room, wrapping us in warmth and prompting my own laughter to join in, a shared release in the afterglow of passion.