"To always forgive me, rather die with me..." I said seductively. I felt His breath hit against the skin of my neck causing my breath to hitch in my throat. "Fuck..You make me feel things I've never felt before." He groaned against my lips. Letting out quiet moans, I bucked my hips. ** THIS IS A MAJOR SLOW BURN! PETER PETTIGREW DOESN'T GO BAD! -18+ scenes will happen frequently. -MAJOR DRUS/ALCOHOL USE! -Violence, blood, sexual abuse, physical/mental abuseAll Rights Reserved
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