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Continúa, Has publicado feb 03, 2014
When I first saw him I was scared. He was standing at the other side of the road. His hair pushed back, a white muscle shirt and black ripped skinny jeans. His head facing the ground and a lit  cigarette in his right hand. It was dark out and there was only one dimly street light. He slowly looked up from the ground and smirked at me. Dropping he's cigarette, he took a step back into the darkness of the night. I cloud hear me heart beat in my ears. He was gone, nowhere to be seen. Right then I felt the warmth of a body be hide me. And large hand covered my mouth. I knew it was him. I felt his hot breath on my bare neck. 

"Isn't it passed your bed time babe" he whispered in my ear.
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"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.