Moth
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"Why me , why did you want me !" I violently slammed my fist on the table , my voice bounced off the walls , you flinched, your ice blue eyes burning my skull. You slowly made your way to me , your heavy steps echoed through the house , you stopped about a foot away. " Sage ..." , your voice was soft , your hand moved toward my face. My eyes closed , waiting for impact but instead you large warm hand was placed on my face , your thumb lighting rubbing against it , "I'm drawn to you the way a moth is drawn to fire .."
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“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. KNOCKOUT IS OUT NOW!!!

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