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voice. “Because we’ve been informed the bloodwitch is in the Vale.” My
“Just know, my sweet Blackheart, when I’m done chasing you, I will devour you. Bones and blood and soul.” Tucking the blade back into my pants, I quickly heal the shallow cut on his neck.
“The Black Art is blessed with both magics. Never before has that happened. Never before have we had that kind of leverage. I always knew you were special, Singard, but I never imagined this. How could I have?”
“Careful how you speak of them, little witch. I happen to be rather fond of one.”
“Blood magic is like poison; it turns the meat rancid if left in it too long. I need to lift it before closing the wound fully.”
“Tell me, little witch, how do you expect me not to think of you this way when you’re wearing my shirt and touching yourself in it?”
“I have never stopped thinking about you. Night after night, it was thoughts of you that kept me awake, your voice that chased sleep away. And then you show up, bring me back here, and… and I can’t fucking breathe around you. You didn’t create these problems on your own, but you are the sole cause of my undoing, and for that, I blame you wholeheartedly.” His fingers comb through my hair, gripping and twisting and pulling, slowly moving his hands forward to cradle my jaw. “Do you regret saving me?” The question blurts
he wants me to sit on his face. My limbs spring into
“Just like that, love. Such a good fucking girl.” His voice is a raspy, muted
“I know I haven’t earned the right to your heart, but you stole mine long ago.”
This time, his hold on me is gentle, tender even. “I love you, Wren. And I think I have for a very long time.”
“I cannot promise to give you what you stripped from me long ago. You stole my heart many moons ago, and as hard as I tried to wrench it back, you kept it in your clutches. It is yours for now, Blackheart, but wrong me again, and it’ll be yours I devour.”
“There are three things you’re going to learn tonight, little witch. One, I’m the only one that touches your sweet pussy. Two, death will find anyone that ever tries to touch what I am about to claim. And three,” he moves his hand to grab my jaw, “you’re going to learn just how long you can hold your breath.” Sin plunges his cock into my mouth. He’s anything but gentle this time as the hand in my hair tugs and twists, my jaw straining to open wide enough to welcome his girth. I never lower my eyes from his, watching as he drops the hand on my face to his side, his stance slightly reclined as
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The Black Art comes with a roar, filling me with his hot seed, his promise, his… his love. I clench around him, milking him dry as his cum trickles out around us and drips down my thighs. His arms band around me, crushing me to his chest, his nose pressed into my hair. We remain here a few moments, and I turn to face him when he finally withdraws himself.
“I love you, Singard. More than the stars in the sky and the breath in my lungs, I love you. I have for a very long time.”
throat. “I know I am not worthy of you, but I will stop at nothing to claim you as my own. My love. My wife. My Mate.”
equal. My Bonded. My Mate.” Sin grins with his newfound favorite word. “And when you retake the crown?” I ask, reaching up to twirl a lock of his hair around my finger. I speak the words with confidence, not willing to consider the possibility that we may fail. Not yet. Not right now. My question fans the flames in his eyes, and his returning smile is as sinful as his name. “You will be devastating on the throne, my love. Her Black Grace. It suits you.” I capture his mouth with mine, tasting the truth in his words and the devotion on his tongue. Tonight is reserved for me to experience one
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