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“Are you a witch?” He winks at me. “In the sense that I have a magic touch and a broomstick you can ride whenever you wish.”
“I don’t give a fuck if the entire nation is standing outside that window watching us,” he growls. “They don’t exist. Nothing else exists right now except you and me. You’re my whole world now, muse, and I’m yours.”
The house could be burning down around us and I wouldn’t stop fucking her until she came on my cock.
She screams out for me, not for a god. She may be my muse, but I am her deity.
He presses a heartbreakingly tender kiss against my lips. “I told you you can trust me. I’ll only ever let you fall for me.”
He should know I’m smart enough not to kill a man somewhere so public. At least not when I’m without my mask.
“I can’t remember what I lived for before I met you,”
“Eyes on me, muse,” he orders. “When my mouth and hands are on you, your attention doesn’t stray from me. Ever.”
That even though my family shattered his world, I get to be the one to help him put the pieces back together.
She is more important than any of my wants or needs. I would gladly stop breathing if she needed my oxygen.
My black heart grows three sizes, and I squeeze her chin. “Then don’t refer to fucking me as a distraction again.”
“No. Even when death comes for me, I’m crawling from my grave to find you in the afterlife.” She can’t help the smile that tugs at her lips. “I’ve always wanted a man who would crawl to me.”
“I don’t care if I need to convince you every day for the rest of our lives that I love you. I will do so with my dying breath.”
