Golden (H.S.)

Golden (H.S.)

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"Is this what you want?" He asked, his forehead gently pressed against mine, his fingers tracing my neck lightly, his breaths coming out in shallow puffs. It was a great question, one that really made me stop for a second; even if that wasn't the intention behind it, in that moment of pure impulse and bliss, I asked myself. Do I want this? Do I want to kiss Harry Styles? ***
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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.

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