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2024-10-29 19:42:56“The Firoque said there were no others. He told me that was how he could devote,” She choked on the word. “His time to me...With me.”
She couldn’t help the bitterness that bit into her voice.
No other women. She was the sole one to bear his torture? That thought sickened Disseus. Inciting both his jealous rage and his protective instinct. Making him want to slit the enemy’s throat for ever touching her.
With his filthy, dirtied hands.
The thought of the black skinned monster touching her with those bleak nails, sharp as talons, and long bony fingers. Or filling her body with his hideous parts.
Again, Disseus felt the heat climbing his body. Fine hairs along his spine and neck rising instinctively.
I’m surely going to light afire, if I can’t calm this morning. He closed his eyes momentarily. Letting his stallion lead as he drew several calming breaths. Banishing the thoughts and envisioning more peaceful times
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