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Beauty like yours deserves more than silver and gold. More than diamond and platinum. It is a beauty that spurns the gods, begins wars, parts the seas. A beauty that makes even strong men fall to their knees, hands outstretched in supplication, begging: “Please, just a glance, just a look, that is all that I need.”
have watched you sacrifice yourself again and again for the betterment of others, Lilith Searah. But who takes care of you?
You said you do not know what I want—I want you to tell me what you want. I want to provide for you. I want you to feel cherished, to know with each gift I send it is my way of showing you that you matter. You do not need me to tell you how powerful you are, you can feel it running through your veins. But I am here to tell you how worthy you are. So tell me, my darling, what do you need?
your friend’s comment about “small acts of kindness”—I must admit, it is the first time anyone has described anything about me as small. Perhaps better would be “large acts of kindness.” I would also accept “massive” or even “mind-altering.” Yet regardless of the size of my kindness, it is truly that.
Each night I grow desperate to stand within the warmth of your light. For just a taste, even if it will mean my destruction. Would you give me that taste? Would you spread yourself like an altar for my feast? I would drop to my knees as the most pious do and devour you like a sacrament. I think you might be my only salvation, my darling. Would you allow me to be saved?
“But know I will spend the next eternity dreaming of your cunt around my cock,” he breathed, “and wondering how it would feel to have your blood on my tongue as I bury myself so fucking deep inside you, you would never be rid of my scent, my taste, my seed.”
“That your cunt would be my only salvation. That here, between your thighs, I would find the thing human priestesses of the goddess speak so rapturously of.”
“What happens if I move?” My hand shot up to bracket her throat and her hips tilted, seeking out my cock even through the layers and layers of fabric. I leaned down until my teeth grazed the shell of her ear. “If you move, I will mate you, fuck you, mark you, and ruin you for all others for all time.”
“My soul knows yours as it knows no other,” he answered softly against my mouth. “And my heart loves yours as it has no other. I don’t need time to know that I love you and will love you until my bones turn to ash.”
“Don’t fight it, darling. I need to make a mess of you one last time before I leave—need to make sure tomorrow with each breath you take, you remember me inside of you. The stretch. The ache. My cum leaking from this precious little cunt and covering you in my scent.”
“You turned me into a weapon, you turned my mate into a pawn,” I growled. “Now I will turn you into a pyre.”
