( Wrath is ordinarily untouchable, unmoved, but as her hand settles over her heart, she will briefly feel the way the beat of it stutters against her touch and her closeness. His dark black eyes shine brighter with gold as she touches him. Their bodies have pressed so close together. Every inch of him awakens with awareness of it, of her - his strega, his witch, his queen, his wife.
He holds his breath, captivated by her and her words, surprised by them in a sense.
He remembers telling her as such. He remembers, also, goading her into promising herself to the devil before she realized what that meant and who the devil truly was. Wrath wished to protect her. )
It was a figure of speech. ( His hand traces the curve of her body. ) A blood bargain does not equate possession.
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He holds his breath, captivated by her and her words, surprised by them in a sense.
He remembers telling her as such. He remembers, also, goading her into promising herself to the devil before she realized what that meant and who the devil truly was. Wrath wished to protect her. )
It was a figure of speech. ( His hand traces the curve of her body. ) A blood bargain does not equate possession.