“Fuck, you’re glorious. Should be a sin — a fucking sin to feel so good, to look so irresistibly perfect. Every inch of you…” His hands trailed over me, grasping and possessive. My head fell back against his shoulder, my body beyond my control. “Mine. My witch, my goddess, my whore. In sickness and in health, in life and beyond death. Always and forever.” My bliss exploded into ecstasy. All I could do was breathe, swaddled in the tight grip of his arms, ravaged by the intensity of his body.
