Beholden33

[Mature Content: No rape.]

"What do you know about love?" She asked, her lips thinning as his grip tightened around her neck.

"What do you know about hate, Sunshine?" He countered, his voice low and laden with intensity.

"What do you want from me?" She gasped, her eyes flickering with a mix of fear and defiance.

"Everything..." His breath was heavy against her skin as he drew closer, his lips finding hers with a softness that belied the intensity of his words. "I want you, your stubborn soul, your closed heart... I want to be by your side.... wreaking havoc on this miserable world just to have you, my desire."

...

Death. An entity as old as time itself, feared and revered in equal measure.

Sirius. Feared as though he were the devil incarnate, his name synonymous with danger and madness. Yet, against all odds, he fell deeply in love with a mere human.

Gwyneth, a woman whose every life had been marked by pain and loss. Each of her husbands meeting a tragic end at Sirius's hands.

Never did Gwyneth expect to reclaim the memories of her past life, vowing to avoid any entanglements that might bind her to another tragic fate. But when Sirius enters her life, determined to claim her as his own, she finds herself unable to escape his relentless pursuit.

The Reaper's Desire

Walking back to the chamber with Madison behind her, Gwyneth let out a tired sigh, and settled on the bed, her arms stretching above her head.

"I didn't expect a simple walk to be so tiring," she said, her eyes closing shut.

Madison smiled. "But you did get to move around, my lady. I'll prepare your bath now." With that, Madison disappeared into the bathing room, leaving Gwyneth to relax.

Earlier that day, Sirius had joined her for breakfast, then left for a meeting, entrusting her to Madison's care. The stroll around the castle had been a welcome distraction, but now she was ready to unwind and recharge.

Gwyneth's eyes snapped open, and she sat up, her mind still reeling from the complexities of Sirius's family tree. She had spent the afternoon observing the vampires' training and later sipped tea in the serene snow garden, immersed in the book about Sirius's family tree.

Don't speak