Fics like some part of me must have died, the first time that you called me baby

I did not expect the kiss. I mean I expected a kiss, preferably chaste, to seal my unholy commitment to Titus Danforth. I did not fight when my groom grabbed my chin and pulled me to him. The moment our mouths met, I knew something had changed. My lips felt as though they were aflame, and his, the only source of relief to cool the embers. I've kissed plenty of men in my time, some enjoyable, others not, but it has never felt like this. As though if I tried to pull away, my own body would betray me and drag me back to it’s promise land. It's resting place. Titus finally released his hold on my face and dragged his lips away, instead pressing his forehead into mine. "It's our blood oath baby,” Titus spoke "You're mine for eternity." The devil works in mysterious ways. ~*~*~*~ Or Grace Le Domas’ murder of Titus Danforth doesn’t go to plan.

Fics like some part of me must have died, the first time that you called me baby

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