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Alexander's P.O.V.

I cradled her gently in my arms and carried her inside, laying her delicate form on the bed. Her body was wet, her presence intoxicating me.

I never felt these feelings for any girl. This was totally new. May be I was falling for her.

“Yeah that’s true. She was a witch.” In the stillness of the night, she laid before me, the woman rightfully mine.

Her youthful allure seduced me, and I found myself unable to resist. Her beauty was captivating, her figure held me spellbound.

It was difficult to tear my gaze away from her once, her allure drawing me in like a delicate flower. I leaned over her, my lips pressing against hers, my hand tenderly caressing her cheek. As she sobbed, I withdrew.

"My dear beauty, such delicacy is exquisite, but our love is only just beginning. You must endure my possession, for this beauty, this youth, this exquisite form, belongs solely to me. I possess it entirely, with every right to ignite your beauty with the fire of my love. You can