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The Reaper's Desire

[Mature Content: No rape.] "What do you know about love?" She asked, her lips thinning as his grip tightened around her neck. "What do you know about hate, Sunshine?" He countered, his voice low and laden with intensity. "What do you want from me?" She gasped, her eyes flickering with a mix of fear and defiance. "Everything..." His breath was heavy against her skin as he drew closer, his lips finding hers with a softness that belied the intensity of his words. "I want you, your stubborn soul, your closed heart... I want to be by your side.... wreaking havoc on this miserable world just to have you, my desire." ... Death. An entity as old as time itself, feared and revered in equal measure. Sirius. Feared as though he were the devil incarnate, his name synonymous with danger and madness. Yet, against all odds, he fell deeply in love with a mere human. Gwyneth, a woman whose every life had been marked by pain and loss. Each of her husbands meeting a tragic end at Sirius's hands. Never did Gwyneth expect to reclaim the memories of her past life, vowing to avoid any entanglements that might bind her to another tragic fate. But when Sirius enters her life, determined to claim her as his own, she finds herself unable to escape his relentless pursuit.

Beholden33 · Fantasy
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61 Chs

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"I will fetch your maid and have a carriage return you to the capital." Sensing her vulnerability, he held her closer, offering a reassuring grasp.

"I'd prefer Madison not be involved in this matter." Gwyneth said in a quiet tone.

"Sunshine, there is no reason to worry about that." Sirius smiled.

They vanished from the chamber, reappearing behind the manor, where a mournful carriage, drawn by four horses, stood ready. Releasing Gwyneth, he observed as she turned to confront the carriage.

She gazed at the carriage, wondering if he had planned this all along, and then her eyes narrowed as she turned to him, suspecting that he had intended to take her to the capital from the very beginning.

"I would like to have a weapon." She requested unexpectedly, her expression grave.

Sirius laughed, completely taken aback. "What kind of weapon?"

"A pistol." Gwyneth reached out her arm to him.