Lace Up
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"Swing Styles!" coach's voice rumbled throughout the gym. "I'm not hitting a girl, coach." When given the okay, I took a step forward, extending my arm swiftly and connected it with Harry's jaw. He stumbled back slightly but regained his balance and raised his sarcastic brow as if asking me if I knew what I had just done. "You might not hit a girl but I will," I teased, "Step in the ring princess." "Well then," he swiped his jaw from the impact, "I apologize in advance for whatever is to come, princess.". and then coach blew his whistle.
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I DONT OWN THIS STORY. TO BE ABLE TO READ SOME OF THE CHAPTERS YOU MUST BE A "FAN"! ALL CREDIT GOES TO HANNAH (han-rawr.tumblr.com “I can tell you’re going to be a challenge.” He almost growled. “I like that.” Harry smirked. He dipped his head, nudging mine to the side before I felt his lips press to the skin of my neck. The ends of his curly hair tickled at my cheek. Harry reluctantly released one of my arms so he could hold the back of my head, preventing me from escaping. I instantly placed my free hand on his chest in protest, attempting to push him away as I felt him harshly suck. “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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