Chapter 8 , 9 and 10
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form of oblivion imaginable.
"I won't... forget..." she breathed, losing herself in the scorching caress of his mouth along the slender column of her neck. "I'm yours, Ethan. All yours..."
He growled deep in his chest, an ominous yet possessive rumble of masculine satisfaction that seemed to penetrate her very core. The feared and the f*******n had become her most transcendent craving, and her newfound obsession with this mesmerizing man had already eclipsed everything she'd ever known.
She was well on her way to utter ruination in the most exquisite sense imaginable... and she would embrace it. No matter the cost to what tattered shreds remained of her mortal soul.
reborn in the profane image of his all-consuming desires...
The piercing cry of the raven's caw shattered the still silence of Ravenswood Manor as night fell in a shroud of velvety darkness. It was as if the veil between this world and the spirit realm had grown tenuous and thin, allowing the susurrant whispers of tortured phantoms to take shadowy form and linger within the ancient halls.
Yet if any lingering specters still haunted the sprawling manse, they were no match for the rapacious embodiment of visceral darkness consuming Samantha from the inside out.
She gasped wetly as Ethan's lethal mouth moved in a scorching trail down the graceful arch of her neck. Every nerve
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