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“Fuckkkk.” My Little Devil whimpers when I shove two fingers into her tight heat, pushing her thong inside of her at the same time.
My cock weeps at how silken she feels inside, and I can't wait until our wedding night when I can finally show her the true beast behind my glamour.
I just hope she's ready.
It doesn't take long for her to lose control and beg me for more. Shifting back, I remove my fingers and lift her hips, so I can pull her destroyed garment off.
“Please, Luke, I need you,” she moans, as I lean down and gently blow over her swollen clit, before nipping it with my teeth.
“Patience, my Little Devil. When I take you, it will be with my ring on your finger, and my soul bound to yours.”
A whimper leaves her lips at my words, and I don't waste any time before thrusting two fingers into her in a smooth, rough motion before curling them in a ‘come here motion’, really paying attention to her G-spot.
The moment my lips touch her clit and I give a gentle suckle, she explodes, crying out my name and praising God once more.
When will she learn that I am her God?
I laugh and shake my head, nuzzling my facial hair into her pussy, scenting myself, so no one will ever disclaim that she is mine.
And she is… Silver Forest has always been mine.
CHAPTER EIGHT
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The days pass slowly and my hope is waning. I don't know what else to do. Potions, spells, goat sacrifices and even praying to our Master hasn't helped.
Still, Wellson lies there. I have switched all my classes to online, and I am trying to keep up on my courses, but what's the point?
I'm alone here. Jade and Clara pop in every few days to make sure I'm eating and to try a new spell, but nothing works.
Wellson trapped himself in a spelled coma and only he can break it. At least that's what Clara said the last time she stopped by.
She suggested that I leave the cottage, take a walk, anything, but I refused. I want to be here when he wakes up.
I don't want him to feel the mass amount of sadness and loneliness that I do.
He may be here in this room, but he's not able to talk to me. I'm going mad. I know it, and the premonitions are just getting worse.
I haven't been able to see Silver's future but when I dream, she's all I see.
Her laughing and making potions with someone I don't recognize. Her baking with a troll in the kitchens. Her falling more in love with Luke every day.
She haunts me and still I stay here in my misery.
Day after day, I sit beside Wellson’s bed and read to him. He doesn’t respond or even twitch, but I know he can hear me.
I didn’t move in like I planned. Clara had a conniption. She thinks I need my space or I will go insane. I think I'm past that point already.
I did create a magical baby monitor, so I can check on him during the night. I should patent these things. They tell me all of his stats and if his temperature rises above the normal limit an alarm will go off.
I also spelled his bed so if he stops breathing, an alert will sound.
I'm not taking any chances. He's my brother and I already lost him once. He may not be conscious, but he's here.
More than I can say about someone else.
Donovan still hasn't returned since the night Silver chose the Devil over us.