"I want to..." He leaned into her ear, whispering devillish desires. "And then I'll..." Softly, he pecked her lips, leaning towards the opposite ear. "S-stop." She squeaked, pushing him away with what force she could manage. A whiff of dark Mr Styles and a pinch of angel dust and you've got yourself a full-blown battle of pure lust. But, will damned emotions get in the way?