Song: RIP to my youth- Arctic Monkeys
I followed Harry out the door, there was no way he could get me so hot and bothered then not try something. He's the god of hell and all of a sudden he's behaving? No!
I grasped onto his shoulder and spun him around then connected our lips, his soft ones remained shut while I softly moved mine.
"Don't do that Harold. Please just do something."
I looked at him, eyes hooded and breathing deep. It was a sexy sight, I wanted to see more.
"Im helping you by leaving you."
I shook my head, no, then cupped his face and kissed him again. This time receiving all of his sinful intentions.
"No, help me like this. Im willingly giving myself to you. Forget heaven, forget hell, it's just us, the in between. Please do this. I want this." He stared at me in disbelief, unaware of what's to come.
People don't give themselves to the bad side, they don't do it willingly, they don't fall through hell and give themselves to the God of it. It's not something sane people do, yet here I was, craving the god of the underworld.
"Fawn. I don't know what crawled inside your pure mind, I don't know what came over you. The decision you just made will change everything. I can't have your purity. It's not right."
He looked conflicted, I knew he wanted this just as bad as I did.
"Harry." I breathed, "look at me. Look how badly I want you, want this, I want to stay with you!"
As if on cue, all of the candles lighting the dimly lit room blew out. A cold gust of wind blew over us. I looked over at Harry who greed written on his face, he stood there looking as demonic as ever. I showed no fear, I couldn't show fear to someone I cared so deeply about. I stepped towards him, and stared into his eyes.
"Oh, Fawn. How naive could you be? How childish could you be?" He gripped me by my hips. The light fabric burning off my body, as he ran his fingers up my hips ever so slowly. I felt the heat of the small fire continuing to travel up my body and rid of the satin clothing under his fingers.
"I will take you"
He bit my lip and pushed his lower body against mine. I felt him. All of him.
"You're mine. All mine." His fingers found there way to my backside. He clawed at my bare skin and gave me a light smack.
"Don't you ever forget it." His lips moved there way down to my neck, licking and biting, continuing with their torturous dance.
His body left mine, he stepped back admired me. I covered myself, and looked down.
"Please get rid of your clothes."
I whispered, and stared at him slightly before looking down at my feet again.
"Oh fuck." Harry breathed.
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Hell's Empire
FanficHe's the god of hell and desires, you've died and are in his domain. Harry Styles ~ This is for mature readers only.
