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Beating Heart

e i g h t y s e v e n - control.

//Julianne//

A mixture of our laughter fills the cabin as we stumble in, Harry's hands grab my waist once the door is shut. He presses his forehead to mine, noses rubbing together playfully. I kick those stupid heels off, that's the third time I've almost fallen since we got out of the truck.

"You're so beautiful." He mutters out, lids dropping slowly. I do the same as our lips finally touch, a kiss blossoming instantly. My hands take hold of his neck on either side, pushing myself up on the tips of my toes just to make the distance decrease.

His hard grip tightens, making me gasp slightly into his mouth. Our tongues are fighting for dominance, of course Harry wins. I feel him smirk as he slides his tongue in my mouth, exploring every inch. My hands seem to have a mind of their own - one travels down his covered chest while the other gets lost in his soft hair, fingers wrapping around strands of curls.

A groan erupts from his throat as he slightly pulls away, heavy breaths coming from his chest. "We need to breathe, baby." He says with a faint laugh, his lips brush the corner of my mouth as he talks. "We don't have to." I say, reconnecting our mouths. For a moment, we carry on as nothing stopped us in the first place. However, it doesn't last too long. He tears his mouth from mine once again, making me whine in protest. "Harry."

"Your killin' m'lungs." He mumbles, a smile softly playing on his lips. I relax myself, my feet completely on the ground now. My fingers still twist his hair around, doing that calms me. His hands ease up on my waist, his touch barely there now. "I'm sorry.. I.. I always.. go too far." I swallow the lump in my throat, embarrassment hitting me like a ton of bricks. I step back from him, losing all contact with his body.

"No, baby." Harry quickly catches me before I walk away, his heavy hands on my hips. "It's not too far." He pulls me back against him, my head hitting his chest as I nervously bite down on my lip. "Just too fast. We have all the time in the world to kiss.. We don't have to rush." His lips plant a few pecks along my hairline, while his hands settle in the small of my back. "I like kissing you, though." I pout my lips out, I feel like I annoy him sometimes.

"I like kissing you, too, sweetheart. I never said we had to permanently stop." Harry forces me off of him, so that our eyes can meet when I lift my head. "Time for our bath, isn't it?" He lifts a brow, the corner of his mouth curls upwards. I reply by nodding, biting the inside of my cheek as I stare up at him. He's so perfect. Without another word from either of us, Harry locks the front door and takes my hand, gripping it tightly as he begins to walk towards the stairs.

I follow him, squeezing his hand as tight as my strength allows. We reach the bedroom quickly, my heart immediately begins to pound in my chest. I always get nervous before we get bare in front of each other, but tonight my stomach is flipping - he doesn't know what I'm wearing underneath this dress. Harry releases my hand as he goes over to one of the dressers to gather our sleeping clothes. I follow him, knowing that he wouldn't mind if I watched him.

"You're wasting your time, you know I'm gonna just wear your shirt." I say as I step behind him, my arms snaking around his waist. He chuckles lightly at me, "It's long sleeved.. are you sure?" His warm hand covers both of mine, making my heart flutter. "Mmhm. Don't care about the sleeves.. it smells like you so I wanna wear it." I lean my head against his toned back, my eyes closing. I'm completely relaxed, the thought of my undergarments doesn't even bother me anymore. Harry's seen me in absolutely nothing, so I'm sure this black lace won't affect anything.

"Does that mean I have to wear your dress then? Because it smells like you." It's hard for either of us to hold back our laughs as his comment enters the air. "You're stupid, Hare." I mumble against his shirt, silently admiring the way it smells like his natural scent and his cologne - my two favorite smells. "Don't call me that." He sighs, I can still hear his smile. It bothers him, which I find quite humorous. The two of us become silent, the only sounds in the room happen when Harry shuts the drawers.

Harry gently pushes my arms off of his waist, turning to face me. In his hand I see his usual black briefs, pajama pants that he won't even sleep in, I still don't know why he bothers to lay those out all the time, and a pair of my underwear - white cotton.. Before I even had time to think it through, an idea struck me and I was going along with it. Nervous, but trying my best not to show it.

I lift my hands to Harry's collar, staring at the buttons on his light blue dress shirt. "How come you don't button the top few?" I ask in a mumble as I begin to unbutton the shirt, keeping my movements gentle and slow. "Suffocates me." He says, smiling down at me when I glance up.

"You look good in this." I tell him, the compliment making his cheeks blush slightly. He smiles, trying to push aside the fact he's flustered. "So I don't look good in anything else?" He cocks a brow at me, a slight attitude in his voice - I know it's just playfully, nothing serious.

"Never said that." I drop my gaze to his chest where I've gotten the buttons undone down to the start of his abdomen. The shirt has started to fall open, no support keeping it held together anymore. His skin is so tan, so warm - I can feel the heat radiating off his chest. I feel his hand touch my waist, not roughly this time. I have to yank Harry's shirt from his pants, so that I could get all the buttons undone. It's hard to believe I'm almost done as I pick the last button from the little slot.

My hands push the shirt off his shoulders, resulting in him dropping both arms to his sides. "Arms." I mumble as I go to take the shirt completely off his body. He helps me out some, shaking the sleeves off. The shirt drops to the ground, along with the things Harry had been clutching in his hand. I calmly press a shaking palm to his muscled abdomen, the heat of his skin lights me on fire - both inside and out.

"What's on your mind?" Harry's voice is soft, barely audible. A vague smile covers my lips for just a few seconds before it disappears, nearly taking my courage with it. "Lots of things." I tell him, letting my eyes and hands both trail down to his hips. I stare at his leather belt, there's not even a crease in the material and the buckle is shining - almost as if it's never been worn until tonight. I take a deep breath, constantly assuring myself that everything will turn out fine - as long as I keep going, and I do not freak out.

"Tell me." Harry mumbles, the deep tone rattling in my ears. I remain quiet, I'm too preoccupied with other things. A bold thing happens all of a sudden when I find my fingers are unbuckling his belt. He lifts a hand, touching one of my wrists gently. "Julie." His sweet voice utters, but I, once again, do not answer him. I push his hand away, trying to get him to see that I have this under control - I'm fine, I know what I'm doing.

It doesn't take much longer for me to unsnap his pants and pull the zipper down. I hear him gulp above me, but I don't know if it's because he's nervous or afraid - I'm feeling both of those things right now myself, so there isn't any telling how he's feeling.

Just as I was about to yank them down his legs, his heavy hands grab my hips and he rotates me, so that my back is facing his front side. "It isn't fair that I'm the only one getting undressed." He whispers into my ear, kissing my lobe gently.

I roll my lips in, biting down on them as I feel his hand gather my hair. He carefully lies it over my left shoulder. "This dress looks marvelous on you.. but I do believe it will look much better on the floor." Harry's daring words make my core tingle, could this end up where I want it to? Could this day, which was perfect and amazing, end with something I've been craving for months? I hope so.

I feel his fingers rub against my spine as he pulls down the zipper, all the way to the small of my back. I hear his breathing become deep, a slight grunt coming out of his mouth. "Sophia told you, hm?" Harry asks me, his index finger hooking under the clasp of the bra - the very same one he thought I didn't know about. I just smile, glad that I allowed Sophia to convince me to wear it - maybe tonight will be the night. "Do-do you like it?" Part of me wanted to remain silent, but clearly that part wasn't strong enough.

"You look perfect in anything you wear, baby. Never forget that. But yes.. I.. I do like it." Harry's hands work the dress off my body, letting it fall to the floor seconds after. His touch returns to my body, his palms trailing down my sides until they reach my hips. His left hand squeezes my hip, while his other slides to my behind. I feel my skin blush all over as he gropes my cheek a few times, he does that as often as he can. "Harry." My voice came out softer than I anticipated. "Hmm?" He hums against my ear, both hands sliding around to my stomach.

"Please." The mutter that comes from me makes him smile on my neck, his lips immediately start to peck against my skin. "Please what?" He asks gently, sucking on a soft spot moments later. I gasp at the feeling, he always does that when I least expect it. I do not respond to him, instead I take things into my own hands - my own control, for now at least. I spin around, knocking him back a few steps by surprise. His shocked smile is the last thing I see before I throw my arms around his neck and close my eyes. Our mouths touch, leaving my tongue poking at his lips for entrance. His hands grasp my waist, holding me as close as we can get, finally letting his lips part so I can enter.

The kissing is at it's finest when Harry does something I didn't expect, but I certainly don't mind one bit. He reaches behind me and, somehow with only one hand, unclasps the bra that he picked out. I feel my breasts spill from the material, making Harry moan into my mouth. His hand pushes between my shoulder blades, keeping our bare chests pressed together.

"Fuck." Harry mutters as we part for air. "I love you." He adds, seconds before I start to kiss along his defined jaw bone. "I love you." His skin muffles my words, but I don't have to doubt that he heard me. "Please." I repeat the word I said earlier, making him grunt in my ear. "I'll do whatever you want me to." He tells me, hands holding onto my waist tight. "Bed." I whisper into his ear, barely able to reach his height - even on my tip toes. He nods lightly before yanking me off my feet. I toss my arms around his neck just to assure myself I won't fall.

He laughs faintly, "I've got you, sugar." I don't let our new position stop me from kissing him. I put my mouth on his, and automatically continue on with what I was doing before. Harry leans away from me, chuckling as he bites his lip. "I need to see, darling." I return the laugh, and decide on kissing his face instead. I smack my lips over his dimple, along his scar, and even against his ear. He gives my butt a little pat, making me blush hard.

Harry is careful when he lies me down on the bed, which makes my heart skip a couple of beats. He cares so much, it's the sweetest thing. At first, I thought he wasn't going to join me, but when I look over and see that he's discarding his pants onto the floor, I allow a warm smile to spread over my lips. "Harry." I mumble, my hand reaching out for him. He smirks at me, taking my hand into his own. "I'm coming, don't worry." He leans down, kissing my hand a few times before finally climbing onto the bed. He lies beside me, his arm sliding underneath me. But I don't want that.

I use all my strength to tug on his hand, trying to get him on top of me. He sees my intentions and does as I wish. He hovers over me, a hand pressed into the mattress beside my head. "We don't need to-" I cut him off, pressing my fingertips against mouth. "You said when the time is right.. and it feels pretty right." I whisper, my eyes begging him to just do this already.

He sighs, smiling ever so slightly. "Baby.." Harry's features soften, his lips turning to a frown. "I want this, please. I want you." I place my hands on his face, trying to calm him down. I know this is terrifying him, I hate knowing that.

"I-I want you, too.. but.. we c-can't." He shakes his head, despite my strong hold on his face - I'm trying to keep him from getting off of me. I'm afraid to let go. "We can." I mumble, pulling his head further down, our lips just an inch apart now. His eyes are droopy, I can tell he's upset over this. "Everything's going to be okay." I tell him, putting my lips against his. Softly, I kiss him a few times. Nothing heavy, nothing complex. Just gentle and light - the way it needs to be right now.

"I love you more than anythin'.." Harry leans up, his hand touching my cheek gently - it's like he's too afraid to touch me now, he's gotten it burned into his mind that he'll hurt me when I know he never would. ".. But.. baby." I kiss him again, stopping him from saying something I don't want to hear. All I want, more than anything, is to do this with him. To have this experience, this feeling, shared with the only person I love. It isn't fair, everyone else gets to do it - so why can't I? Is it so wrong to want this? Shouldn't I, too, get this chance?

"Touch me, Harry. Please." I utter against his chin, kissing it just a moment later. He hesitates, his hand lingering on my arm. "Touch me." I repeat myself, eyes squeezed shut as I wait to feel it - to feel anything. Without any more delays, Harry finally trails his fingertips down the valley between my breasts. This is familiar territory for him, we do this quite often.

"Just relax, baby, everything's going to be fine." I tell him, rubbing my thumb across his bottom lip. He nods lightly, kissing my lips to assure me he's listening. "I'll try." He breathes out, just as his index finger and thumb start to pinch my nipple, making me gasp with a pleased smile.

Harry dips his head into my neck, placing open mouthed kisses along my skin. I let my hand rest in his hair, grabbing a few strands to anchor myself, and my other one drops to his shoulder, squeezing it tightly. The feelings exploding inside of me are incredible. From the pleasure, to the slight pain from his teeth sinking into my skin every now and then, everything is perfect. I've never been happier, I don't think.

Surprisingly, Harry leaves my neck and comes back to my mouth. He kisses me for a moment, our tongues gently sweeping against each other. I grip his roots once his lips are trailing down my throat, sucking heavily in certain places. "Harry." I moan out his name, knowing he can feel the vibrations in my throat. He hums against my skin, but I do not say anything. I keep quiet and soak up the feeling of his tongue running up my throat in a slow stripe. A naughty little thing he is. His lips peck mine one last time before he begins to kiss back down my throat again, which is damp with his saliva. He reaches my chest, but he doesn't come to a halt. I bite down onto my lip, his hands fall down my waist, grasping my hips tight as his mouth closes around my nipple.

"Harry." I groan, pulling his hair tight. He grunts in return, sucking harder now. My other breast is also receiving his attention, his fingers tug on my nipple to give it equal pleasure. He quickly changes sides, making sure they both get the same amount of affection from him.

My heart is pumping a million times faster than any time before now, making my head spin and my stomach flip - all for the better, though. Harry releases me from his mouth with a pop, causing me to blush everywhere. His eyes find mine, a smile gently sitting on his wet lips.

"You're so good." I tell him, my hand wrapping around his nape. "You're better." He winks quickly, taking the chance to take my nipple back into his mouth. His name falls from my mouth several times, my moans fill the room rapidly. The sounds I let out only encourage him to do more, hollowing his cheeks around me. My breasts are highly sensitive, so just the slight touch drives me wild. And Harry is aware of that, so I'm sure he's using that knowledge as an advantage.

His trail of kisses carries on down my body, his mouth leaving kisses in the shape of a circle around my navel. I find myself letting out a few faint laughs, his touch tickling me here and there. He notices, and brings his fingertips to my sides where he glides them delicately across my skin, making chills run down my spine. "Stop." I laugh out, grabbing a hold of his long fingers. He grins, lifting his head to peek at me for a moment. "You're so soft.. 'fraid I'm gonna bruise you, darlin'." Harry says with a serious tone, biting his lip as he stares at my stomach. I feel a tad bit of insecurity wash through me - instinctively, I use both hands to cover my belly. Harry's never had an issue with the way I look, but I have.

"Don't.. You're perfect." He whispers, knocking my hands off my stomach. I feel my skin fluster in more than one place, embarrassment is something he's witnessed come over me on more than just one occasion. "Don't stop." I tell him, grabbing a hold of his face with both hands, trying to push him back down to my stomach where he halted the kissing. He doesn't move, my strength is nothing compared to his. "Harry." I mumble his name, pleading him silently with my eyes - I just need him to keep going. It's all I want, him - he's.. all I need.

"Don't be scared." The words leave my mouth like a feather, floating around us unnoticed. Harry's tongue comes out to wet his lips, but that is the only reaction he creates for me. "C'mere." I insist, trying to pull him up to meet my lips but it's quite hard. He isn't weightless. Within a second, he gets my gist and moves back up my body, his hand returning to the mattress beside my shoulder to hold him up, the other is resting on my waist.

"I-I feel like I'm d-doing.. terrible." Harry shakes his head in shame, his eyes closing as his brows furrow on his forehead. He's got it all wrong, actually. "No, baby, you're doing so good. Just relax." I remind him, hoping he'll comprehend what I'm telling him. He's doing such a wonderful job, I feel like I'm on cloud nine right now. But he can't just stop in the midst of everything, especially to worry.

"You're gonna get bruises, love, you.. you're so fragile. You-you get bruises if I-if I hold you too tight. Imagine how rough I'll be when I'm-I'm." Harry's eyes open to meet my gaze, I can see how horrible he feels. His eyes are hardly opened and his frown is evident. I hate it when he's this way, when he's upset with himself. "Honey, the bruises never hurt. You know that. And you're going to do fine, I promise. I trust you, Harry." I lift myself off the pillow, placing a few encouraging kisses to his soft lips. He grunts against my mouth, sending me a mixed signal. He either wants me to stop, or to continue. I'm not sure which one it is, so I just carefully lean back - our eyes meeting once again.

"I know you can do this." We share another kiss, this time Harry being the one to start it. I drop a hand form his handsome face, letting it touch against his toned chest. "Julianne.. I.." Harry slightly leans up, pulling my mouth off his. "I want this, baby. I.. I want to do this.. but.. I'm.. I'm too afraid.. I.. I'm going to hurt you, I know I am." The rasp in his voice makes me bite my lip. "Har-"

"No matter how many times you try to convince me.. I know the truth, Julianne." Harry scared me, not because he interrupted me suddenly, but because I thought he was going to get off me - leave me wanting him, craving him more and more as the seconds pass. However, I relax myself partially when I see that he shows no intentions of moving from our current position. "It isn't safe for people like me to have.. have sex with humans. You could die. I could break your bones.. crush your ribs.. puncture your organs. It wouldn't take much. Liam is a prime example." Harry exhaled, eyes avoiding my stare.

"Don't do this to me. Don't.." I rub my thumb against the end of his scar, trying to get his attention. He just stares at the headboard, trying his hardest to ignore me. "Don't compare yourself to him.. you aren't him, babe. You.. you wouldn't hurt me." That does the trick, his eyes dart back to mine - that frown still covering his lips. "I'm not comparing myself, Julianne. It's the honest truth. And besides, I'm.. I'm much worse than he is. I'm stronger. I'm.. I can't control myself." Hearing the only man I care about doubt himself makes my heart break for him. He can do this, I know he can. I believe in him.

"You're controlling yourself right now." I state, making his brows wrinkle further than they already are. "You're on top of me. All you would have to do is hold me down. But you're not forcing yourself on me. You're not trying to.. to hurt me, Harry, you're.. You're doing so good." The tip of my thumb slides between his lips, touching against the edge of his teeth, sliding it to see if his fangs are sticking out. When he gets angry, or he hears something at night - they always come out. It's the animal in him, the animal he can control.

Instantly, as my finger runs over the spot one of them would come out from, he realizes what I'm doing. "They're not out." I whisper in a faint voice. Harry remains silent as I take my finger from his mouth and slide my hand to his neck, feeling his skin. "You're temperature isn't rising." Of course he's warm, his body temperature much higher than mine, but that's normal. I know how hot he gets when he's trying to stay calm - when the wolf is screaming to be let out - and this, well, isn't one of those times. He's fine, he's collected and calm.

"Please baby.. please." My eyelids are feeling heavy, I can barely keep them open to look up at Harry. "Julianne." He says gently, the lines on his forehead disappear as he relaxes his stressed features. "You really want this, don't you?" His question seems more of a statement, yet I quickly reply. "With all of my heart." He smiles just slightly, if I had blinked I would've missed it. "There is nothing I want more in this world than to make you happy.. and if doing this makes you happy.. then.. then I'll do it." Harry's lips curve upwards as I display my emotions on my face - lips part in shock and my eyes wide.

"On a few conditions, though." My happy features fade, making me start to worry that'll set up some outrageous, boring rules. "If you start to hurt at any point, you tell me. If I'm holding you too roughly, you let me know. Understand?" He says, I only this is only the first thing. I nod gently, but I can tell that this won't work. "Let me hear you say it."

"I understand, Harry." I mumble, nodding more this go around. He sighs lightly before carrying on with what I hope is a short list. "If you want me to do something.. that I'm not doing.. then tell me. Don't be afraid. I want to please you entirely." I don't have time to answer - Harry's lips crash onto mine, and his hand grips at my waist, as if we hadn't paused at all. I moan into his mouth, his nails digging into my skin.

I get to catch my breathe when he returns to my neck, teeth nipping at my skin in some spots and sucking in others. "Harry." I whisper his name, my fingers working into his hair. He hums against my throat, making my insides shiver with pleasure. "Taste so good." He utters out, in an instance I'm informed of what he means by this. He lifts his head to take a quick look at me. I see my blood coating the middle of his lips. He licks it off before diving down to my stomach - picking up where he left off earlier.

Fearfully, I trail my fingers to the mark on my neck Harry left behind months ago. I feel a wetness covering it, I know it's more than Harry's saliva. I decide on not looking at it. I let my hand rest beside me as Harry kisses all over my stomach.

"Shit." I gasp suddenly, tugging hard on his brown roots. His mouth leaves my skin, his eyes staring straight to mine. "Too hard?" He asks, referencing the biting he was doing. "No.. just s-scared me." I shake my head, touching his cheek gently with my other hand. He smiles just a tad before lowering his head once more. He goes easy with his teeth now, only grazing them over my skin - not even penetrating the surface anymore. I kind of regret reacting that way, because in all honestly, I like the pain.

He lowers himself between my now parted legs, taking both hands and gluing them to my waist. My muscles relax when he slides his touch over my hips, down to the sides of my thighs . "So perfect." Harry mumbles, kissing my stomach just above the thin waist band of the piece of lace. "Promise that this is alright?" He says with a shaky voice, his eyes flickering to mine. "I promise." I nod gently, my hand still lost in his hair. He takes a deep breath as he sits up on his knees, my legs spread on the bed, resting on either side of him.

The heat of his body still lingers above me, a reminder than he's real. Harry grabs each of my knees, bringing my legs to rest on his right shoulder. I bite my lip anxiously as I watch him closely, not daring to let my eyes leave his presence. His fingers hook around the lace at each side of my body, he pauses a moment later. "It's okay.. you're doing great." I tell him, reaching down to pat his hand. He nods softly, prepared to carry along.

Without another moment wasted, Harry slides the panties up my legs, pulling the fabric off my feet. I smile gently as he sits them on the bed, careful not to recklessly throw them across the room. He grabs my knees, adjusting my legs so that I am laying one on each of his shoulders. He takes a heavy inhale, shutting his eyes for a moment's time before licking his lips. His eyes focus on me once again, making me blush under his stare. I give him an assuring nod, silently reminding him that he's doing fine - everything's going perfect. At least in my eyes.

He lies both of my legs down on the bed. I bend my knees and stick my feet on the mattress on either side of him. Those eyes I adore so much slowly move down my body, until they stop on the location he hasn't directly laid his eyes, or touch, on before. The corner of his mouth lifts gently, his body lowers back down, arms sliding around my thighs. "I don't really know what to do.. I mean, I know, but like.. I don't." He rambles for a moment, before pausing out of pure nervousness. "I'm sure we can figure it out." I return my grip to his hair, knowing how calm he gets when I trail my fingers over his scalp.

"M'sure." Harry's comment is breathy. "I.. um.. I'm going to attempt this." He says with an unsure chuckle, unwrapping his right arm from around my leg. I grab the pillow from beside me and shove it under my head, giving me more of a view of him. His elbow is pressing into the bed, and his hand is an inch from his mouth.

My eyes roll back in pure ecstasy as I witness him spit on his fingers a few times. Just a second later.. I feel the tips of his fingers slowly trail down my slit. I jerk slightly, the mixed warmth of his skin and his saliva makes my entire body fill with tingles. "S'alright?" He asked nervously. I nod to him, despite not being fully sure if he's looking my way. I've failed at watching already, my head is sunk into the pillows and my hands are at my sides.

Before I could form a thought in my head, Harry's index and middle finger began to fiddle with my nub - shivers race through my spine instantly. "Harry." I gasp, clamping my hand over his wrist as it holds tight onto my thigh. "Does it feel good? Or.. or-" I stop him quickly, not wanting him to fall into a depressed state of mind. "Don't stop. Feels good." I nod to him, lifting my head a little just to find his eyes are staring up at me.

He smirks gently, "Alright." He continues, rubbing circles into me. My hips slightly lift off the bed every few moments, Harry uses his free hand to hold me in place. I can feel how slick I've gotten down there, all due to Harry's touch and his presence. "Gonna.. try a finger.. that alright?" Harry asks, his movements slowing. "Yeah." I breathe out, my voice quiet as I wait. He uncoils his arm from around my thigh, bringing his hand to his mouth. I watch as he spits on his index finger, the saliva dripping down to his knuckle. He does it a few more times, making sure that it's coated with enough lubrication. His eyes flicker to mine for a moment, he gives me a sly smirk.

"Tell me if it's too much." He reminds me, poking my entrance with the tip of his finger. I assure him that I will, and with that - he slowly slides his finger inside of me. I wince at the unfamiliar feeling, slightly mixed with pain. I hold in my groans, not wanting him to think I don't want this. He pushes his finger all the way in - knuckle deep. He pulls back some, carefully letting it glide back in. To start off, he doesn't take his finger all the way out.

"Sl-slower." I flinch - I believe his finger nail scratched me. He nods, and instantly slows down his movements. This goes on for a few minutes, he adds another finger in, with my permission, after re-coating the tips with his spit. I swallowed hard as the second finger plunged into me. It took some getting used to, and that made me fear how long I'll have to take to get comfortable with the main portion of this...

Notes

// it's finally happening! I can't assure you that things will remain pg-13 rated during this process they're going through ;) Nothing too extreme, though xx//

Updates coming xx sequel is close! xx

Comments

I love it

@Allie Miller @Harry02
super sorry about just now replying to you guys! thank you for the love. I hope you like the new update ;)

brianna.smith brianna.smith
6/19/19

Oh my god, the new chapters are amazing! Thank you for updating :)

Harry02 Harry02
6/8/19

Awesome updates my love :) Can't wait to see what's to come. Keep up the great work girl

Allie Miller Allie Miller
5/16/19

Great new chapters! Can't wait to find out what's going to happen next :)

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4/16/19