HIS POISONOUS POSSESSION
She arching into him, her pulse racing in a frantic, absolute surrender that felt like dying.
"Dante... I hate... I love..." she sobbed, the words merging into a single, agonizing frequency.
"I know," he whispered, his teeth grazing her ear. "The bond is lethal. That's why it works."
As the climax hit, a blinding surge of white light seemed to erupt from the base of Ivy’s skull. The silver cables attached to her temples hummed a high, piercing note. For one, soul-shattering second, she wasn't Ivy. She was a woman named Eleonora, standing in a rain-drenched garden, looking at a small boy with obsidian eyes.
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