Lost

"Dance with me", his raspy voice whispered in my ear. "I um", I stuttered to him. He smiled and chuckled releasing his dimples to me. He put his arms around my waist and pulled me close to him. My hands had traveled to his biceps keeping distance from the eager male standing over me. I shifted my leg to the right and he let out a throaty moan. Then I realized he had a pretty bad erection growing. He looked down at me. "You feel that? That's from you. Going days thinking about the gorgeous girl from the coffee shop from memory. You." He growled into my ear. I looked at him, completely taken back. He pulled me even closer to his body and slightly grinded his hips into mine. Dipping his head down he attached his soft lips to my neck. Nipping and sucking. Marking me. I sucked in a sharp breathe as he licked away the blood from the bruise I was now branded with from the towering male before me. "Harry", he said. "S-Stephanie", I stuttered to him. I ran my fingertips over the newly exposed skin and winced at the contact. He dipped his head down once again and kissed it. "You're mine", he said.