Death's heart.

Death's heart.

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WpMetadataReadContenu pour adultesEn cours d'écriture1 h 16 min
WpMetadataNoticeDernière publication jeu., oct. 13, 2022
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Romance
His cold grey irises met my blue ones. ,'you're not scared of the dark?' He asked. I shook my head quickly. ,"I've never been" I replied. He gave me an evil smirk before leaning closer to the point that our lips were merely inches apart. " you should be.. Especially when you're with me" he whispered, his hot breath hitting my lips making me bite the lower one. He snaked his arms around my waist and pulled me closer I gasped as I held onto his broad shoulders, his eyes fixated on my lips as he leaned closer. This was it. I was finally going to kiss him. Death himself.. I'd craved this since I first heard about him, one kiss to end it all.. One kiss and I'd fade away. Without him..
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"I said look at me," he growled as he grabbed my arm from the Gamma in a vice grip. I winced and finally looked up to his stunning grey eyes. 'Mate!' my wolf yipped happily, although she was very weak she got to sound very excited, but I didn't. I didn't want a mate, one that I am putting in danger. Those people said they would find me no matter where I ran to, I couldn't put my mate or his pack in danger. My wolf whimpered knowing it was the truth. "Kitten," my mate purred, before he growled, "mine!" softly as he let go of my arm and lightly touched my cheek, now I felt the sparks firing on my skin. 'Kitten? Was this guy for real?! Did it look like I had whiskers and meowed?' I mentally scolded at him.

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