boiling point || hs {au}
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  • Reads 5,549
  • Votes 200
  • Parts 8
  • Time 47m
Ongoing, First published Nov 30, 2013
boil′ing point`      n. 1. the temperature at which the vapor pressure of a liquid is equal to the pressure of the atmosphere on the liquid, equal to 212°F (100°C) for water at sea level. (abbrev.): b.p.         2. the point beyond which one becomes visibly angry, outraged, or the like.     3. the point at which matters reach a crisis.            "What the hell? What is your deal?" he asks, the veins in his neck popping out from anger. "She's mine. Hands off." With every word, he took a step closer to Ryker.     "I didn't do anything!" he defends himself.  "Fair game, man."     "I swear to god if Del wasn't here right now, I would fuck you up," Harry says through clenched teeth. He was shaking with anger.                Sometimes, he gets pushed over the edge.         And he hits the boiling point.
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61 parts Complete Mature

“I can tell you’re going to be a challenge.” He almost growled. “I like that.” Harry smirked. He dipped his head, nudging mine to the side before I felt his lips press to the skin of my neck. The ends of his curly hair tickled at my cheek. Harry reluctantly released one of my arms so he could hold the back of my head, preventing me from escaping. I instantly placed my free hand on his chest in protest, attempting to push him away as I felt him harshly suck. “Harry.” I begged. I fisted the front of his t shirt between my fingers; the sharp pain intensified as his teeth grazed the skin. His breathy laugh fanned over the area as I desperately struggled against the male’s hold before he continued to draw blood to the surface. The sensation was somewhat eased with the attention of his soft lips. But Harry wouldn’t allow me that comfort for long, nipping hungrily at my neck with his teeth. I gasped when his tongue licked over the newly sensitive skin, planting a few kisses. He blew over the sloppy wet spot, igniting a chill through my entirety. Harry stepped back smirking as I yanked my arm from his large hand. My fingers drifted up to my neck, sucking in a sharp breath when I dabbed over the sore spot. I whimpered in fright as he drew closer. “You’re mine now.” He spoke in a hushed tone. KNOCKOUT IS OUT NOW!!!