Devastated (A HARRY STYLES FANFICTION)

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Czas 10m

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Części 3
Czas 10m

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DEVASTATED
    Verb; 
    ruin or destroy
    
    "No, no, baby. Not yet" he says as a loud whimper escapes my lips . He is torturing me , so slowly and seductively that it's agonizing , making me unable to control the flow of tears streaming down my face . Pushing my thighs apart he puts more of his weight on me to keep them separated.
    
    My legs voluntarily stiffen but he doesn't allows it.
    
    I never knew life could be  this way. So ruined . And he's the one ruining it . He,Harry is taking something from me that isn't his . It's meant for someone who loves me, really loves me. It is his , whoever on  he is and Harry is taking that and me ? I'm this pathetic creature who can do absolutely nothing to stop him and it aches every single bit of me .
    
    "P-please Harry . Please don't " I cry out . I can no longer handle the feeling of pain .
    But that's the thing about pain it demands to be felt .
    
    "Oh Jenn , baby " he breaths completely ignoring my ceaseless beseeching . His thumb moves over to my lips , tracing them .
    "These lips....the things I could do with them " he says slowly and seductively. He looks into my eyes  , his pupils are distended  so much that there is only a slight ring around the now churning dark green of his eyes .
    
    His lips touch my jaw , making me quiver . He continues a line of kisses along my jawline and I whimper , silently wishing this was all just an archaic incubus  , a whole fucking nightmare. But no. As his lips touch the spot just exactly below my ear, I wail and Harry repeats the action , this time sucking at the skin , hungrily .
    
    "I want to make you moan my name over and over again " He says , his voice enticing.
    
    
    
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DEVASTATED
Verb;
ruin or destroy

"No, no, baby. Not yet" he says as a loud whimper escapes my lips . He is torturing me , so slowly and seductively that it's agonizing , making me unable to control the flow of tears streaming down my face . Pushing my thighs apart he puts more of his weight on me to keep them separated.

My legs voluntarily stiffen but he doesn't allows it.

I never knew life could be this way. So ruined . And he's the one ruining it . He,Harry is taking something from me that isn't his . It's meant for someone who loves me, really loves me. It is his , whoever on he is and Harry is taking that and me ? I'm this pathetic creature who can do absolutely nothing to stop him and it aches every single bit of me .

"P-please Harry . Please don't " I cry out . I can no longer handle the feeling of pain .
But that's the thing about pain it demands to be felt .

"Oh Jenn , baby " he breaths completely ignoring my ceaseless beseeching . His thumb moves over to my lips , tracing them .
"These lips....the things I could do with them " he says slowly and seductively. He looks into my eyes , his pupils are distended so much that there is only a slight ring around the now churning dark green of his eyes .

His lips touch my jaw , making me quiver . He continues a line of kisses along my jawline and I whimper , silently wishing this was all just an archaic incubus , a whole fucking nightmare. But no. As his lips touch the spot just exactly below my ear, I wail and Harry repeats the action , this time sucking at the skin , hungrily .

"I want to make you moan my name over and over again " He says , his voice enticing.

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