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Gray had been strong when I’d thought him to be just a Vessel, but this form must have infinite power at its disposal. He’d been the one to create my ancestor. To give her the magic that she then shared with all the witches. That kind of power made what I held at my fingertips look like child’s play.
“You had sex with my Vessel, and yes, it was me inside of it. But you are not the wife of a Vessel, Willow. You are the wife of Lucifer Morningstar, so you need to consummate with me.”
“If I catch you, then you’ll give me the fight I’ve come to crave from you. If I catch you, we will go to war in the way our souls already know—until my body recognizes every inch of your skin by touch. When I catch you, I will fuck you, and we both know you’ll love every goddamn minute of it,”
“Contrary to what you may believe, I do not want you weak, Witchling. I want you to embrace just how powerful you are and rule at my side. The others of your kind may be beneath me, but you?” he asked, reaching forward to tuck two fingers beneath my jaw and raise my chin higher. “You could be my equal. You’re the only one standing in your way.”
“I want to fuck you when you’re so mad you try to claw my eyes out. I want to fight you, and then I want to fuck you while you direct all that anger toward me.”
“Only a fool would dare to underestimate you, my love,”
Where others might have wanted to control the fire in her veins, I only wanted to watch her learn how to embrace what it was to burn.
“If my cock is my only redeeming quality,” I said, shoving her hair out of my way so that I could wrap my fingers around the back of her neck. I used that grip to press her toward the ground, letting her turn her head so that I could see her profile. I pinned her, holding her perfectly still as I shifted my hips and pulled back. “Then I expect you to spend most of your time sitting on it, wife.”
She wasn’t ready to dance with the monster beneath her skin. To acknowledge that while I might be the devil, she’d made her home in my soul and felt comfortable there.
She didn’t think anyone would see it if she could only pretend to be unbothered, focusing on the shallow friendships she’d formed without ever allowing those who could care about her to sink themselves deeper within her soul. To love was to lose. To love was to hurt. Whether it was a father who put his own needs before ours or the siblings we would be forced to leave, love was pain for beings like us.
No one else would have felt the way she did in my arms. No one else would have tempted me to go to the lengths I did to keep her alive. No one else would have mattered to me at all, simply a means to an end to achieve what I wanted, but Willow didn’t just matter. She was fucking everything.
“Let’s get one thing clear, Witchling. I am not jealous. I am possessive over what is mine.”
