Pull me back under

She went on, providing more information about the ritual she had been performing the night he reunited with her. The growl rumbling inside of his chest increased in volume, ears pinning flat against his head as he continued to glare down at her. Souls bonding? It sounded ridiculous, more so than the death pact she spoke of earlier.  And at the mention of there being no escape, Sephiran was quick to agree. “Of course not- because I decided that, not some idiotic ritual”He seethed, wanting to demean her beliefs, just as she had done to him. Sephiran also didn’t see any truth in her words- he believed he alone was the deciding factor in this arrangement, as he staked a claim over her long before the night he actually assaulted her.

He had enough of her talking. Sephiran wanted action now - needed to satiate the anger, arousal, and hunger boiling inside of him. “You’re right about one thing," he didn’t hesitate to initiate the sinful act, pushing himself into her without mercy. “Death will be the only escape from me” His jaws stuck at her throat, wanting to grab it hard enough to hinder the air from reaching her lungs. Teasing her with the release of death was something he enjoyed, because he knew she wanted it.

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