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“If you do not want to be responsible for your life, then give me your soul.” He would protect it, nurture it, and keep it safe for her if she did not want to. He would make it his, and then he would make her his.
“Because I have felt pain here too. I have lived over a hundred years, and when I was shown just how alone I was by seeing the happiness of others, I found it difficult.” Then he placed his warm hand against the side of her face to hold it. “Your presence in my home has already eased this for me, and I wish to ease your hurt in return.”
“I have a name!” he yelled with joy, his eyes turning bright yellow as he leapt, making Delora squeal in surprise when they both went into the air.
“You are mine,” he said, before he pulled back his cock only to feel her inner walls sucking on it, like it didn’t want to release him. Her lips meshed together on a whimper, her eyes bouncing between his purple orbs while he cradled her neck and head before he slammed his shaft back in. “And this, my little raven, is my pussy.”
“That’s a lie.” “Excuse me?” Reia asked in disbelief, her eyebrows shooting up her forehead. “If I feel even just a small fraction of what you do for Orpheus, for Magnar, then I know that your home is wherever he is.”
“Good girl,” he rasped, making her eyes roll into the back of her head. “You brought yourself to me.”
“I am yours, my little raven bride.”
