The Pretenders

The Pretenders

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{Harry Styles fanfiction} "Ember," his warm, minty breath fanned onto my face, making me close my eyes. The January air was cold against my arms; I shivered, but still backed away from the warmth of his body. I felt his index finger sweep across my right eyelid and a sigh emitted from the pink of his lips. "Em, look at me." Slowly, I let my eyes flutter open. His head towered over mine, so my eyes faced his t-shirt-clad chest. His hand cupped my jaw and coaxed me to look up into glinting eyes. "I need you to kiss me." † extended summary inside †
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"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 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 in 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 skin 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 me entirely. 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. THIS IS NOT MY WORK! ALL CREDIT GOES TO ORIGINAL WRITER: @H28

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