"Harry, please stop." I pleaded to the gorgeous boy in front of me. He only shook his head.
"I love you Angel. Please." He pleaded back, more with a desperate tone.
I closed my eyes and thought of the consequences of what he wanted us to do.
He slowly kissed my shoulder and let my white dress fall to the ground.
That's when he pulled away, his eyes staring at the things on my back. Slowly, he reached out and touched one of them. he looked back down and whispered in my ear, "Beautiful. You're my beautiful fallen angel."
I kissed the boy in front of me with all my might, feeling the emotions explode in my body.
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Giving me a soft kiss on the head, he draped one arm over my waist so he could soothe my now aching wings, the other used as my pillow.
I sighed and kissed his bicep, "I can never go back, Harry. Never, not until I die."