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“The sun will turn into darkness, and the moon into blood. And the heavens will shake. But do not be afraid.”
“Strong women will always bear the dangerous burden of a weaker man’s pride.”
“One should not desire the very thing which stirs his madness.”
Warm breath tickled her neck where he leaned into her and whispered, “I should think that lightning would fear such a force as you.”
Her exquisite beauty had compelled my interest the moment she’d looked up at me.
“The next time they have me tied to these very chains, I shall think of you, here, like this. And I shall imagine all the ways I would have you. You will be my mercy.” “Will such thoughts bring peace to your punishment?” “It will not. But it will anger them to know how much I enjoy their suffering.”
“Your scent. Your touch. Your voice. It calls to me like a siren, luring me toward the mysterious abyss. And still, I’ve an insatiable appetite for it. When I think of someone hurting you, or touching you, those thoughts my mother feared claw inside of me.” His fingers curled around her nape as his lips peeled back into a snarl. “I cannot and will not bear the thought of another man laying claim to you. Ever. Earlier, you said that you would never belong to me. But you do. And I belong to you.”
“I say I am yours.” “Eternally.”
“Eternally,” she agreed.
From this night forward, I am your church. When you are lost, I am your shelter. When you are in pain, I am your elixir.” Gripping her crown, he tipped her head back and stared deeply into her eyes. The intensity of his gaze tickled her stomach. “When you ache for pleasure, I am your mercy.” A look of conviction claimed his expression, as he said, “I will burn down this pathetic world for you. Only you. You are mine, little fledgling. Always.” “Always.”
