No Strings Attached (Harry Styles)

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Twelve

**Abigail's POV**

"Harry calm down, I'm not going anywhere" I whisper as he slams me on the wall attaching my neck with his lips and teeth, I'm more than certain this bruise is going to be more than noticeable.

"No, I like this aggressive sex, this real MEANINGLESS sex" he says pushing his fully erected area forcefully into my mine, causing me to whimper

"I wont stop until your shivering" he whispered in my ear, his hot breath caressing the top layer of my skin causing gooseflesh to appear before his very eyes, dancing to his accomplishments, taunting me and challenging him.

"Harry, I don't want too anymore" I whispered

"What DO you want?!" He yells causing me to cringe under his very touch, I stay quiet not knowing what to say anymore

"Exactly, didn't you want this to be meaningless sex with no strings attached or has that changed as well?" His tone was really scaring me but mostly aggravating me and angering me as well. I pushed him off of me causing him to stumble back onto the other flat surface, this newly found strength was amazing. I had no idea this was in me, anger completely took over me causing a perfect amount of adrenaline to course through my body at a miraculous amount of speed. I push my body on his, not knowing at all what I was doing. Yet my hands knew exactly where to go and what to do, as they caressed his toned torso making there way down to his area.

"Do you like this side of me?" I ask him while taking a hold of his member, the lust in his eyes could be spotted from a mile away.

"I like it" he whispered seductively I rip his button down collard shirt off as he watches in amusement, the racking of the buttons like music to our ears.. Giving off this encouragement that I desperately needed.

"Good" I whispered just an inch away from his lips, the cards quickly changed as he swiftly catches me off guard and pulls me to his room while going back to his previous act. Tackling my neck with all his might.

"Your all mine, this mark" he says slowly while brushing his fingers across the newly bruised area "represents my territory.. Your all mine.. Sex wise of course, your my fuck-able toy" his words cutting deep, no words being formulated as if my entire vocabulary had been whipped clean. But that did not matter because even if I did find some sort of miracle way to formulate my words they would not have found there escape, the dry lump at the back of my throat formed as a barrier to the words fighting to make there escape and be heard. His hands roamed down my body knowingly, knowing ever curve, dimple and wrinkle that would be forever in graved in my body. He made sure to loop his fingers in the dimples, glide his fingers across every wrinkle and caress every curve. My body was the well known street you always will remember, knowing every corner, every crack, and ever signs or poles standing tall. I was his well known street, laying down awaiting his inspection to see if there has been knew additions and on going construction. He left a trail of kisses leading down my long torso down to my area, almost as his foot steps down my body. A soft moan escaped my mouth encouraging him to leave small love bites down my torso as well.

"You'll always be mine" he whispered against my skin in between kisses, I fisted the mop of curls at the back of his neck in a attempt of encouragement, I loved this knew inspection. His large hands gripped the top of my jeans ripping them off along with my undies in such rage, hunger and excitement. His trails began once again kissing his way down my area, I began to shiver with excitement.. I needed him now ! His gentle kisses leading down my cliterous causing it to thump in anticipation, until he finally reached my opening and brought his trail back up.

"This is all mine" his sudden words caught me by surprise causing me to jump in position

"H-Harry Please" I begged for him