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I wouldn’t let any part of her escape me, wouldn’t let any bit of the woman I’d come to crave more than my own freedom sever from what made her her.
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.
He buried his other hand in the hair at the back of my head, gripping it harshly and using it to yank back my neck. I bent, glaring up at him as he held me still and pressed his groin against me. “Let’s get one thing clear, Witchling. I am not jealous. I am possessive over what is mine.”
It’s give and take. You will have to give her your truth to get hers. Let her know you, Gray, or so help me, you will lose her in a way you cannot recover from,”
something about having a man who appreciated every inch made me love it even more. I felt beautiful with his eyes on me, raking in every part of me he could see.
He lingered after he’d finished, his weight on me giving me comfort instead of claustrophobia.
“I intend to marry you in every tradition, Witchling.
“I am not the only one who has earned my father’s wrath over the centuries since our creation. I was merely the first.”
If I weren’t trustworthy, I couldn’t exactly be angry that he didn’t trust me.
“I have given enough. I have lost enough. I am not going to lose you, too.”
His pain was so palpable, so like mine, that it struck me just how similar we were in so many ways.
“Because until you’re willing to let me go, you’re never really going to have me at all. You’re always going to wonder if I would stay—if I would choose you if given the chance, and not knowing is going to haunt you for the rest of your days.”
“But I don’t want that, and I never have. I want a partner. I want a woman who loves me enough to be willing to challenge me to see the world a different way. I want you, Willow,
“What is lost can always be found, Itan,” I said, raising my chin and glaring at him.
True power wasn’t about bluster and bravado. It didn’t lie in the moments where I put on a show to make the weaker minds of men like Itan understand. It was in the quiet peace of the night, where men like Lucifer could be comfortable in their own skin and the knowledge that nothing and no one could stop them from taking what they wanted.
Perhaps the real reason you find him to be such a threat is because he actually respects women enough to allow me to sit at his side.”
I cupped her cheek, willing her to finally believe me. “I love every side of you, Witchling. Even the parts that make you human.”
Only a fool wouldn’t have believed that he’d incur the wrath of my husband when he touched me,
He slid his fingers beneath my chin, angling my face to stare up at him. “I think you like the idea of me being so consumed with jealousy that I would kill anyone for you, so let me make something very clear to you. I was willing to look past this once, but the next time? It won’t matter if he’s your friend or not; the next person you let touch you will die by my hand, and I will make sure he suffers.”
“Open your fucking mouth, Witchling. It isn’t my blood you’re going to drink this time,”
I shoved deeper into her throat, not giving her the opportunity to swallow around me. She gagged, her eyes watering as that glare deepened. “Don’t pretend your cunt won’t be soaked by the time I give you my mouth, my love,” I said, my voice scolding as Willow swallowed and let me in.
She was at my mercy because she wanted to be, no matter what she might have tried to argue. The devious thing sucked as I pulled back out of her throat, allowing her to breathe.
“See? You’re soaked,” I said, pressing a lingering kiss to her mouth before trailing a finger down between the valley of her breasts. With my immediate needs satiated, I took my time drawing circles around her breasts and nipples, watching as goose bumps rose along her skin.
I enjoyed every second of it as I kissed every inch of her chest and stomach, exploring every dip and valley and committing them to memory.
“You’re being cruel,” she said, staring down at me as I leaned forward and touched my tongue to where my finger pumped inside her slowly. Dragging it over the length of her pussy, I made a slow, leisurely path to her clit. Carefully avoiding the spot where I knew she wanted my touch more than anything, I explored every ridge and part of her. Dipping my tongue into it, kissing her flesh, I enjoyed the way she squirmed beneath me in an effort to angle me where she wanted. The scent of her blood grew stronger as she struggled, the shallow cuts at her wrists reopening with her movement.
“If you want to come, you’re going to have to admit you’re mine. Your vicious little mouth is mine,” I said, leaning forward to kiss her. She sank her teeth into my lower lip, drawing blood in a way that only made me harder.
The things that came easy in life were never worth as much as the victories that came through blood, sweat, and tears.
I took everything she had to give, fucking her through her orgasm and taking her hands in mine. I gathered them in the grip of one hand, pinning them above her head as my other hand slid behind her knee and shoved her leg high so that I could get deeper.
I released her finally, moving my hand to her throat and gripping her there.
The determination to make sure that she felt me moving inside her for days drove me forward, slamming into her fast and hard. “Mine,” I growled, watching
the chance, and that more than anything wore away at me until only that truth remained.
“I love you, Witchling. For everything you are and everything you are not.”
My wife needed a purpose to drive her forward, something to keep her focused so that she didn’t spend her entire day stewing and thinking about the possible heartaches coming her way.
I intended to spend my life inside her, and that meant fucking her wherever and whenever I wanted. Even in her pretty fucking ass.
Who needed Heaven when I had my wife’s body ready and waiting for me?
Not everyone is fit to be a parent, and a lot of the ability to be a good mother comes from the desire to be.”
He wanted unconditional love, and that innocence came from the love of a child.
I’ll watch the world burn before I allow it to force you into something you do not want,” he said.
