“Remember dear, you belong to me. You were born to be mine.” Michael reminded. His eyes peered into yours daring you to disobey. Your body shook as if taking his words into consideration. There was no denying just how your physical form craved his, wanting nothing more than to press up against him.
Flesh to flesh.
“(Y/N)’s blood goes back to the witches of Salem. She is born a witch, and the only thing she belongs to is the coven!” Cordelia intervened, stepping in front of you. “You so much as touch her and I’ll end you.”
The coldness that filled you from Michael vanished suddenly. A familiar feeling of love and safety swam through your veins warming you body. Your bones and flesh might’ve craved Michael, but Cordelia owned something more…
Heart to heart.
The only thing left to give was your soul, and you had a feeling neither would give it up without a fight.
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