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Harry never felt so challenged. He had to force himself to contain his inner demon. There she was, in his living room; removing her cardigans and revealing her pale milky shoulders, her collar bone and all her edges he wished to fill with love and tenderly kiss.
He fisted his hands, he wanted so bad to f**k her.
"Harry," she called. So small and fragile in front of him. Her big eyes fluttering at his so tall height. He wished to see what's underneath her dress, he wished to see her only nothing but her mouth whispering lovely words to him.
She was so vulnerable, he could do whatever he wants with her and she can't do anything—he was strong compared to her. He could tape her mouth and take her there, taking her virginity right there and now but he refused.
I wouldn't destroy her innocence.
"Belle?" He forced a smile.
She was silence for a while, her eyes wandering around.
Then out of a sudden, she hugged him, furrowing her head on his chest as her arms wrapped around his waist—which felt as if so slim and small like he was starving, but she hugged him tightly.
Her skin touched against his so softly and so delicious. He didn't react, because he was savoring it. He clenched his eyes and sighed, soothingly playing with her hair through his fingers. "Still thinking about your uncle?" His voice with so much care and love.
He wanted to be like this forever.
She nods her head and somehow, she could easily forced her tears running like river across her rosy cheeks.
Harry hugged her back, wrapping with full security and warmth around her. Her fragrance, he savored it, sniffing through her hair, her delicious perfume.
"I will keep you safe, my Belle,"
Her eyes widened, but she didn't flinch. She was still in act, she doesn't want to ruin it.
The letter. It was him.
She was in rage but she brushed it away.
Gain your trust and I'll end you up like the ones you killed.
- Writer
