Coming Soon... Bite Me

Coming Soon... Bite Me

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Harry Styles
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"Could you possibly get any more annoying?" I shouted in frustration at the curly haired boy in front of me. He responded with a light chuckle. His cheeks dimpling in the most charming way as his forest green eyes dance with amuesment. I hated Harry, but what I hated the most about him was that he was undeniably attractive. "I could actually, Nora." "Bite me," I muttered under my breath as I turned to leave the now crowded hallway. Little did I know that Harry Styles the rich snob from my college writing class, was also Harry Styles of vampire royalty, and that he planned to do exactly that. Bite me.
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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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