(WARNING THIS BOOK IS RATED 18+!!!!)

She was a gift
He was the owner.
And the ancient angel was going to stop at nothing to protect what was unquestionably his.
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Blurb: 

Using his large hands to hold her waist, he positioned himself at her entrance teasing her a little by rubbing himself against her. This action was intensely maddening for Bethel.

'Fuck just shove the whole thing in' Frustrated she thought to herself.

"Amica mea, just so you know, I don't think I can be any gentle as it is right now" The clueless immortal female blinked twice "I beg for your utmost forgiveness in the future my love" Bethel's eyes widened to great extents as she was finally able to soak in his words. But before she could utter a single word, it was too late.

The grim reaper thrust in with full force.

The Beautiful and the Damned

Seker stood staring into space many things racing through his mind but the most prominent of them all was Bethel. 


He knew that if the ritual fell through today he was forever going to lose her even him the god of death wouldn't be able to bring her back to life if the ritual didn't go as planned, his father made this specific ritual that way. He wasn't ready to lose her, he wasn't in anyway ready for that and he probably was never going to be. 


"Brother don't worry everything would be fine, knowing Bethel she would be alright. She's a fighter that one" Cyrus spoke trying to assure his brother, but the thing was that he was also trying to assure himself too. This was the first time he was going to see the ritual being performed on a mortal. He could only pray she comes out alive. 


"I know Cyrus. I know" Seker had a distant look on his face. 


"Father. She's ready" Arazelas voice broke his train of thought as she, Bethel and Randuff walked in. 


Nölite façere