Dark Paradise (Larry Stylinson Fanfic)

Dark Paradise (Larry Stylinson Fanfic)

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'I want to take him. I want to have him, hold him, touch him, taste him. I want to feel his heartbeat against my chest as the electricity between us sparks. We're both panting heavily at this point in time, and I eye his sculpted form greedily and without remorse. I know we're not supposed to do this, something like this is wrong. It's feels dirty yet in which itself makes it all the more fascinating. Cupping his head tenderly, I set him down in the dark room and make my final decision....' xx xx xx Louis Tomlinson has been admitted to face his inner turmoil after a traumatizing event. He has been locked up, thrown into spasmodic shock; yet nothing seems to faze him-except Harry. Will Harry fix this broken man, or entrance himself in the erotic darkness in which Louis enraptures him in? (Warning - Explicit scenes and/or language)
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You would be surprised how much only two words could affect you. He said them with great confidence and a hint of something that made the hair on the back of my neck stand straight. It made me want to call all my friends and family and have them enrolled in the Witness Protection Program. His hands went to my hips, fingers digging deep into my skin; keeping me in place. I kept telling him to stop, let me go, to leave me alone. But he would just smirk or laugh as his friends would have to repeat themselves to me once more, "He's always got what he wants." I don't care if he has. I mean who would? After many squirming sessions and my annoyed pleads, he finally let me go. I walked through the restaurant doors and sat at the booth my friends were at. Maybe I should ask my friends if they know him? But I only know his first name, Louis. Who is this Louis character? It doesn't matter, it's not like I'll ever see him again. #1 FOR PUNK LOUIS TOMLINSON !!

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