"You don't love him, you love me," His teeth grazed against my ear causing an involuntary shiver to descend down my spine.
"N-No," He was doing something to me, my body was reacting by itself.
"He wouldn't touch you like I do," He flicks his bright yellow eyes to my face boring into me; his grip on my waist tightening pulling me closer.
"Please, no-"
He pressed his tongue to my neck; his teeth grazing the soft spot beneath my ear. And I couldn't move. He'd kill me right now, no, he'd take me with him. He'd take the last shred of dignity I had left. He was bound to break me, and Harry wasn't going to come this time.
I was completely, and utterly, hopeless.
