(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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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

As they made their way back to the surface, the path before them twisted and wound like a serpent, fading in and out of sight, but Randuff's light held it steady. The underworld, now silent and without its tyrannical keeper, no longer resisted their presence. Shadows, once alive with malevolence, now cowered and slunk back into the corners, as though the very fabric of the realm acknowledged its new rulers—if only temporarily. 


Arazela glanced over at Seker, who walked beside Bethel, his hand never leaving hers. "You know," she said casually, "you’re going to owe me big time for not letting this realm swallow you whole while you had your little reunion. I mean, talk about melodrama." 


Seker gave her a sidelong glance, a rare smirk pulling at the corner of his lips. "Consider it a debt paid when I didn't unleash a cataclysm on the mortal realm in my impatience to get her back." 


Arazela chuckled, shaking her head. "Fair enough." 


Consequences Must Follow