Niall

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His soft lips were working on my neck. Creating a bruise that I've been craving for days now. His teeth sharp and narrow dug into the skin. Bite, suck, repeat. My ragged breaths being the only thing that could be heard. He looks up from my neck. Eyes meeting eyes, blue meeting brown. He says to me.

"Mine"

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