Lillian's POV:
“Bastet-” he places a gentle kiss on her palm. The softness of her skin made his heart flutter with happiness. “Be mine. Forever mine.”
Her lips tilted upward into a sweet cunning smile. “You cannot have me,” she said concededly.
Naeem grips tighten on her arm. “And why not?”
“Because you’re a mortal, doom to death. Thanatos will come for you. What will happen to me, then?”
His lips twitched, and soon a burst of laughter exit. “Silly kitty. You believe I will allow death to separate us?”
Bastet tilted her head, allow the hair to fall across her shoulder. Naeem ran the tip of his fingers across her lower back, pressing his bare chest further into hers. “Silly mortal,” Naeem knew she is mocking him. “Always believe you are in control merely with a minimal grasp of
