I missed you, thank you for the sweet words, My Prince.

Her Pride.

His sister. He was thinking about her taking Mav away again. Her eyes narrowed. She was stronger now. The fallen angel might have more of a fight upon her hands this time. Maybe she could find a way to trap Leviathan with her in the travel. A slow grin spread across her features. After all she had××

Her fingers curls slightly, her nails marking the flesh. She wanted his heart. All of it, and maybe this was her marking her territory. Sure, it would likely be gone in moments, but the symbolism wouldn't. She was jerked back to reality, as if their recently melded essences could hear one another××

His hold in her hair was gentle yet firm. He treated her both like a fragile porcelain doll, and his possession to claim. She responded in kind, tasting and teasing him. He had become her world in such a short span of time. Fingers finding their way under the thin layer of cloth covering his heart××

She had kissed and been kissed before, but as they lay there, their souls just recently mingled, feeling his lips was unlike anything she had known before. She felt her magic shoot between them, and his "soul" tickle along every cell. She heard both their hearts, pounding in unison, in her ears.××

I want a set of these mugs. 💚

A taste.

Die for him, not that she had a death wish. Lips responding to his, she forgot everything else, and met his mouth with eagerness. She was alive. Stronger. Her powers were growing. It was all because of him. His lips were like the fabled ambrosia of the Gods. No mortal could get enough once they had×

Part of him. As if they could never be separated again. When his enormous hand cupped her cheek, she pressed into his warmth. When his lips sought out hers, she lost all train of thought. Her arms snaked about his neck, fingers sliding into his thick hair. She knew in her heart she was willing to××

This interaction would have had anyone swimming in their emotions, but now, for Mavis, it was a thousand fold. Why? Because he was a part of her being. He had planted himself inside her soul like a wild ivy that creeps and consumes. It wasn't merely feeling what he felt, it was as if she was××

This is good because I never needed a savior.

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Powerful than anyone she had ever met. With all he had done, it was possible he might have spent far too much of his own life force.

Belial had done the heavy lifting, but the Universe had blessed her with its energy, and she owed thanks. Up until he carried her to the garden, she hadn't been certain she would live. Her injuries had been grave. "Are you alright?" Had the ritual left him weak? Drained? He was powerful. More××

Had done for her, what she could not imagine another living being doing. He had given of himself to make her whole. Peeling away the rest of the bandages from her head and face, she turned her face upward to the full moon. "Mother, thank you for lending us your energy to make this task easier.××