(A/N: IMPORTANT! This one borders on M rating. This is your only warning, flames will be answered in angry spanish.
This is one of mine.)
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Harry Potter liked to bite.
Before him, she'd never thought that the act of having someone bite her would ever be appealing. It made her shiver, and not in the good way. She'd thought it would be painful and dirty and strange.
After, though...she realized just how wrong she was.
Having his teeth locked on her neck wound her up like nothing else, and if that made her kinky then so be it. The force of it depended on the mood- when they were making slow, tender love (which was rare) he'd nibble and nuzzle her gently; when it was hot, violent, writhing, and he was pounding her into the bed, (Merlin help her, but that's the kind she liked best) he'd sink his canines down into her flesh like a hungry animal, and he had no qualms about drawing blood.
Afterwards though, he never failed to lavish the sweetest licks and kisses on the burning marks, littered all over her skin- breasts, thighs, shoulders- making her whimper and sigh and clutch at his hair.
When they healed, it started all over again, and that might have been the best part.