A/N: this is just… smut. That’s all. No story line, just an image I can’t get out of my head. So… enjoy. xx
That first moment of sinking down into Harry’s cock is almost painful. Your thighs spread over his, you have to take a slow breath to be able to take him because even though you’re soaking, he’s anything but small. So inch by inch you’d encase him, surrounding him with your warmth and slick muscles as you lower yourself. You both gasp at the feeling, of him filling and stretching you until you’re nearly uncomfortably full, but his fingers dig into your hips and press you down onto him and your body strains with under the intrusion. The thumb he places on your clit helps, so do the tiny circles he draws with it. He knows your body by now, knows when to press and when to pull back, knows what you can take and what you can’t.
Once you’re seated fully, your hips grind in his lap as he lets your body get used to his. He uses your weakness for his bedroom talk against you, telling you how fucking good you feel, what a good girl you are for taking him so well, how pleased he is with you. Between his words and his hands on your skin and his cock buried inside you, your hips begin to grind, searching for friction. Harry is thrusting his hips up against yours, his pace matching your own and when you begin to move faster, harder on him, so does he. His fingers dent your flesh and he groans out that you’re soaking him down to his balls, that he can feel your pretty pussy pulsing around him.
Your hips would stutter, needing more but your overwhelmed body would be unsure of how to get it. When Harry takes his hand and places it on your pelvis, the heel of it stimulating your clit and the pressure of it making your eyes roll back into your head, a sharp moan of his name would echo off the walls. He’d tell you to stay with him, to stay in this moment with him and not give yourself over completely. He’d whisper into your neck and hair and chest that he needs you, wants you, that he wants to make you his. You’d have trouble keeping rhythm, both from the overstimulation and the fatigue but you try to keep up.
Harry would flip you then, laying you on your stomach and spreading your thighs, entering you from behind. Maybe one leg is out at an angle whilst he holds your thighs apart, watching as he disappears into your body. Your fingers claw at the sheets, the sensation of the slow drag of him almost too much to handle. You’d moan, ask, beg that he takes you harder, faster, your body now fully accommodated to his, and he’d waste no time. He’d groan through gritted teeth that he loves your body, and punctuate that remark by sliding his hands to your front and cupping your breasts, running his thumbs over your nipples. You’d come around him again, and listen to him praise you for it. You’re both covered in a layer of sweat, panting, and shaking, and you can feel Harry begin to harden further inside of you. He mumbles that he is going to make you his, that he’s going to fill you with his cum, that your body was made for his.
When he comes, it’s with a swear gritted out between his clench teeth. Even without seeing him, you know his eyes are closed, his head is tipped back, and his bottom lip is bitten into his mouth. He thrusts languidly a few times, giving you all he has, before dragging his lips up your spine, kissing up your back.
Straddling Harry, one knee on either side of his hips as he sits against the headboard. You’re wet, soaking, really, and when you slide down onto him, his eyes close and his fingers dig into your ass. He pulls you tighter against him, harder onto his cock, and you gasp. He fills you exquisitely, and you stretch around him with a dull burn.
Your hips begin to move of their own accord, needing to move, to feel the slow push and pull of him sliding in and out of you. They circle and grind in his lap and he makes a small noise of pure blissed-out torture in the back of his throat. But he doesn’t stop you. If anything, he encourages you to ride him harder, faster, because he can’t seem to burrow himself deep enough into you slick cunt.
He thrusts up into you, hitting a spot you didn’t know you have, and it takes everything in you to remain upright. He does it again and again as you tighten around him. He likes doing that, taking you by surprise. You shift your hips, beginning to bounce more than grind, and Harry whispers how good you feel, how wet and snug he is inside of you.
His lips open around your jaw and you can feel the teeth behind them, as he travels down your neck. He sucks the skin, although not hard enough to leave a mark, and you can feel the pull of his teeth all the way to your core. Your pussy is tingling, your orgasm looming, and your heart is in danger of pounding out of your chest.
When his thumb moves from your hip to the apex of your thighs, massaging the sensitive bundle of nerves there, you tighten around him further, panting his name and warning him of your impending orgasm. He tells you he wants to feel you squeeze his cock, he wants you to drench him, to make him have to change the sheets because you’ve come so hard you’ve soaked them. And so you do.
You shudder and swear and call out his name, twisting your fingers in his hair and taking your nails down his back. He wants to feel the score of them, the burn he knows he’ll feel on his back when he showers. He’s pumping his hips up into yours, telling you he’s going to fill you with his cum, he’s going to make you his. And when he comes, he makes good on his promise, thick ropes of his orgasm coating your channel.
Invisible Darkness by Stephen Williams: This is one of the most unsettling books I’ve read, and I have a lot of mixed feelings about it. Starting with the good, it’s a very complete and detailed account of the relationship between Paul Bernardo and Karla Homolka and their crimes. It also offers a good insight into the very controversial legal agreement between Karla and the prosecution, that ended with her serving only ten years despite being an active and willing participant in the rape and murder of three girls. The third act of the book, dealing with this, was one of the better things in the novel, although I wish the actual trial had been covered more in depth. As for the bad… I thought the rape scenes were excessively and unnecesarily detailed, and I felt like the author enjoyed writing those disturbing passages a little too much. His narration is also very uneven, especially in the first part; while I liked his subtle sarcasm while describing the legal proceedings and Karla’s life, he also made some strange time jumps that made it a bit confusing to know when things are happening. There are so many private scenes that he couldn’t have possibly witnessed that he must have made them up, which made me question a little the credibility of the whole book. Finally, his obsession with Karla turns her into a fleshed out, complex character, but the opposite happens with Bernardo, who seems almost a caricature with no real insight. I still feel like I don’t know much about him other than he’s a narcissistic, sociopathic idiot. Bottomline: A good introduction to this case, if you have the stomach for it, but you’ll probably need to complement with other books later (Thank you @adeadlyinnocence for recommending me this book).
Conviction by Juan Martinez: Last year I read Picture Perfect, which is the better book to learn about Jodi Arias and Travis Alexander and how their story ended with her murdering him. This book was an interesting complement because I enjoy the details of trials and this one in particular was a very intense and eventful one. Juan Martinez, the man who prosecuted Arias, describes in detail his investigation and strategy to get a conviction, and he certainly doesn’t pretend to be humble when detailing his role in putting her behind bars. There’s no new information or revelations that I hadn’t seen everywhere else. He’s also extremely biased and portrays her as the worst of the worst, he even talks of her “dark soul” at some point. I have to say, I personally didn’t mind that because I can’t stand Jodi Arias, but if you’re looking for a more objective look into her, you should stay away from this.
True Crime Addict by James Renner: I already wrote about how bad this book about the disappearance of Maura Murray is here, but to summarize: don’t waste your time with this narcissistic, self infolved piece of sleazy reporting disguised as “journalism”. The author is insufferable and seems to think we care about his life while offering nothing new to the actual case of Maura.
Bringing Adam Home by Les Standiford: I can only describe this book as “correct” but is not really very engaging nor memorable, despite covering a very famous and horrible case. The kidnapping and murder of Adam Walsh in 1981 and the many years it took to be solved was one that shook the United States and started many changes. I feel like this book doesn’t quite manage to portray those changes, mostly because it decides to look away from Adam’s parents and their struggle and instead it focus on the story of the detective that eventually gave sufficient evidence for police to close the case naming Ottis Toole as the killer. Toole’s story is also described in some chapters but again, it seems to only give a superficial portrayal of him.
Imperfect Justice by Jeff Ashton: This book was written by one of the prosecutors in the Casey Anthony trial, so it’s important to keep in mind we are seeing only one side of the story, and he certainly doesn’t hold back in showing her as the most manipulative and lying person on Earth. That being said, it’s really hard to see how this woman was found not guilty. Ashton explains all the evidence they had in detail and it’s very compelling, and tells about all the things going on behind the scenes. He also can’t hide his contempt for the defense lawyer (he openly admits he dislikes him) and for the jury too, whom he clearly blames for the ultimate decision of the trial. My only issue with this book is that I didn’t see much introspection or real analysis into why they lost the case.
Perfect Murder, Perfect Town by Lawrence Schiller: It’s so hard to find an unbiased analysis of JonBenet Ramsey’s murder, because so many people who’ve written about it have been “part of the investigation”, which makes it a big no no for me because we know that investigation was far from stellar, for many reasons that aren’t just the fault of the police. This book is hardly perfect (see what I did there?) but it’s a decent start to the case, because it details the investigation and the many inside shenanigans, the Ramsey’s version, the complicated dealings with the prosecution’s office and why they refused to charge the Ramsey’s, and also how the press covered the case. It doesn’t really give much perspective on other potential suspects and the title is misleading, since it suggests it will explore more the context of Boulder, the town where the murder happened, but I didn’t see much of that. I’d say this is an okay book to understand why this case went so wrong, but I don’t think it gives one convincing theory about what really happened.
Devil in the Darkness by JT Hunter: Israel Keyes is one of the most chilling and intriguing serial killers in recent times, not to mention there’s still a lot of mystery around him, so it’s a bit surprising he hasn’t been more deeply covered by other authors. This book is a decent attempt at it, and gives a good introduction into what kind of person he was before he started his crimes; not so much after. Because there are a lot of unconfirmed things in his story, including his victims, the book mostly dedicates time to his most infamous murder, the one of Samantha Koenig. The narration jumps back and forth between the time around that crime and Keyes’ past, with a lot of attention put into his relationship with the mother of his daughter, probably because she seemed to be one of the few people involved willing to talk to the author. I found this book a bit hard to follow at times, but I’d still recommend it if you’re interested in true crime.
The Cases that Haunt Us by John Douglas and Mark Olshaker: As you probably know, John Douglas is the guy that pretty much built the department of behavior analysis in the FBI and is one of the pioneers in profiling criminals. He makes sure to tell you that a hundred times in this book, because he can never flatter himself enough, although I get that the talk of his past experiences is important here to validate his opinions. This book covers famous unsolved or solved but controversial cases through America’s history (plus Jack the Ripper because who can resist) and in each one Douglas gives his point of view of the profile of the suspects, and whether or not they fit with the actual murderer. Lizzie Borden, the kidnapping of the Lindberg Baby, the Boston Strangler and the Black Dahlia are among the cases covered. I found his views in the JonBenet’s case particularly interesting because he got to be involved personally in it, and he got a lot of criticisim because he thought the Ramseys were innocent (and I have to say, strictly from a profiling point of view, I agree with his assessment). The book can get exhausting because the writing is very academical and not very fluid, but it’s also a good learning experience if you like investigations.
Where Blue ‘creates’ Gansey to save herself from the curse as a child.
(maybe her and Ronan are siblings in this?)
Kavinsky is the ex they kill, Adam and Gansey are the police that come sniffing around (did Ronan wish for an impossible man too, all those years ago?), the aunts are of course Calla, Maura, and Persephone.
Noah is Blue’s first love, who got hit by the curse and is dead but haunting in a chill way not a 'darkly risen thing.’
Henry is maybe a reporter or just a guy from town?
Anyway it ends with pynch and sarchengsey of course. And Ronan and Blue flying off the roof every Halloween.