(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

"Ready?" With my little luggage in hand I turned to look at him. And by him I meant the ancient god of death. 


A small grin made its way to Sekers lips "Alright then, hold tight" 


Following his words, I walked a bit closer to him and lightly held a small portion of his shirt. I then went ahead to clench my eyes shut. I already knew the dizziness that came with Seker teleportation. This was just me preparing ahead of time. 


I frowned a little when I realized that everywhere was dead silent. Wait don't tell me we've reached already? 


I opened one eye first before the other followed. What the hell, we were still here? 


I craned my neck up to look at Seker. I spotted an amused look on his face. 


"You" was his simple answer. "I said hold on tight not what you're presently doing" 


Why not?