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The Reaper grabs me by the throat and holds me in the air. His bones are sharp and so cold that they almost burn. I kick and thrash around, hoping he’ll drop me.

“I want your soul… I want it so I can do whatever I want with it for however long I want it and you get what you want. There are no exceptions. No more negotiations. Do you accept the terms of this deal?”

Before I give an official answer, I make a simple request for the reaper to put me down. When he does, I decide to counter it, and we go back and forth until I’m satisfied. Casting his scythe down at the wall, a portal appears, and the Grim Reaper walks into it, the bright light disappearing behind him.

I love her. I’ve loved her since the beginning. Lyr deserves peace, and this is the only way she’ll achieve it. I want this for her. I need this for her.

I’m okay with the choice I’ve made. As I reflect on it, I weigh the pros and cons—something I probably should’ve done before I made the deal. That point is moot now. Either way, there’s a fifty-fifty chance of this working out in my favor. It’s not about me, it never has been. Her happiness, her peace, is more important to me than anything else, and I will stop at nothing to give it to her. I would pluck all the stars out of the sky and give them to her if I could.

I don’t think Lyric fully understands the lengths I’ll go for her. She’s oblivious to the depth of my love. I have no choice but to continue showing her and proving to her for all of eternity that she can trust me. I will never let her falter.

I snuggle up to Lyr and pull her hair back away from her face. Pressing my nose into the crook of her neck, I inhale her scent. Home.

I place my lips against her cheek, planting a warm kiss as my hand reaches around her belly and travels lightly down her stomach. She stirs, bumping her ass into my crotch, and my cock jumps. I rub against her and run my hands up her abdomen before cupping a large breast.

I toy at her nipples through her bra before wrapping my hand around her throat. I caress her jawline with my thumb. Kissing her earlobe, I slip my tongue into her ear, and she lets out a moan. Smirking, I stop licking and whisper in her ear.

“Wake up, Strawberry Girl.”

“Attie…” she groans and pushes her body up against mine.

I’m obsessed with her touch in any capacity. I’m so in love with this woman; it’s why I’m doing this. Rolling her toward me, I run my hand down her neck and reach for her shoulder. I latch onto her mouth and devour her; I need her to know how much I desire her—how much I crave her.

She’s my soulmate, and now that this is finally over, I can show her just how true that really is.

CHAPTER 49

ATTICUS

Snapping my fingers, I swiftly remove our clothes. I don’t have time to waste on pleasantries. I grip the back of Lyr’s head, holding onto her curly locks, as I savor the taste of her. She whimpers into my mouth, and I bite her lower lip, gently tugging on her plump flesh.

She whimpers again, and my need for her only grows. I slide down her body, trailing kisses as I move closer to her erect nub. It shows me how ready she is for me. I glance down and spot something glistening between Lyr’s folds. I can’t wait to taste her arousal. It’s all for me.

She rolls onto her back, spreading her legs so I can get a better look. I climb up, resting myself between her thick thighs. The view is to die for.

Leaning in, I peck kisses all over her plump mound, leaving gentle nibbles here and there. She squirms beneath me and I smile against her. Pulling away, my eyes land on her jerking clit and I move faster than a fish chasing bait. I latch onto it, sucking it into my mouth, and she gasps at the contact along with my joyful eagerness.

I lap at her clit, moving slow circles around her pulsing bud before dipping my nose into her pussy to lick up her precum. God, she tastes divine. I’ve never experienced anything like it before. It’s addictive.

And her smell… I would bathe in her pussy juices if I could. I want everyone to smell her on me; to know that she’s claimed me. That I am hers and she is mine.

I slip two fingers into her tight cunt, curling them upward. Pumping them slowly as I lick and suck on her clit, she moans and whimpers, gripping the sheets. I find her hand and take it in mine instead. I want to be the one connected to her, not the damn motel linen.

I work her pussy until she cums all over my fingers. I peer up at her as I slide them into my mouth, tasting her again. She blushes and hides her face, and I slap at her other hand.

“No hiding. Remember? Never from me.”

I hate when she tries to keep me from seeing her. I want no part of Lyr to be hidden. Ever. When it comes to both physical and emotional aspects of our relationship, I think it’s important to be vulnerable. She’s not allowed to hide from me.

She lets her arm relax and looks down at me, searching my eyes. She looks like she wants to say something, maybe argue, but she doesn’t. Lyr swallows and looks to the ceiling instead. I climb up her body and straddle her, slowly pushing my cock into her tight opening. Wrapping her legs around my waist, she hisses and pulls down on my neck, locking eyes with me. Running her hand through my hair, she studies me intently.

She’s taking me in. All of me. I can see it in her eyes. She doesn’t want to speak; she wants this moment to haunt her. Because I’m a gentleman, I decide to fulfill her unspoken desires.

I’m delicate with her. With a consistent rhythm, I thrust into her, maintaining the same level of aggression with each movement. I want to take my time with her. I want to make love to her like it’s the last time.

I focus on every curve, every bodacious piece of her. She kisses me and it’s like fireworks. The effect she has on me is annoying as it is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced.

I can feel her orgasm building, and it makes me want to explode. A few more thrusts and she’s screaming my name and coming all over my throbbing cock.