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41 " Yes,” he whispered in her mouth, moving his leg against her. He knew. He knew very well what she was feeling, what this was doing. "
― Lucian Bane , Desecrating Solomon (Desecration, #1)
42 " It’s hurting him! You said only dead animals for this, he’s not dead and he’s crying!” He’d laughed at her as though she were delightfully funny. “He’s going to die regardless, Chosen. And those aren’t tears, they’re soul fluids. "
43 " That I want to love you.” She looked over her shoulder a little. “Want?” “Yes. Loving somebody isn’t a onetime thing, it’s an everyday thing. Something you do to them, with them, for them. Because of them. Every day, all day. And night. "
44 " That’s how her mind worked, it only needed one flash. And now her brain made notes against all the other images of the males at the order before concluding what she already knew. None matched his beauty and perfection. "
45 " Solomon flew off the bed and turned around, wanting to scream and vomit all at once. “Oh God,” he whispered, “Oh God, oh God.” Images of what he’d just seen burned like a mad fire through his brain. She was fucking sealed shut! With her own—fucking—skin! His entire body shook with rage as he stood in shock. Her lips seemed to be burned together, oh God. Burned together except for two little holes! "
46 " She froze when the answer came to her. This was the feeling of Heaven. When his wife left him, he got a piece of the Heaven inside her. That’s how it worked. When you died, you left loved ones what you had in your heart. That’s what this feeling was, it was Heaven. "
47 " And as far as he could tell, she wasn’t mentally challenged other than the brainwashing she’d suffered. All things he could help or at least effect. Or die trying. Die trying. An odd precognitive shiver rode his spine at the cliché, making him consider it realistically. What if his life was threatened? "
48 " He’d learned to find pride in the persecution. His wife was worth the wait. "
49 " Solomon looked at her. A perfect image of young, beautiful, innocence standing right there before him. She’d called him when she was half dead. He’d heard. He’d answered. Yes he’d do it. In a heartbeat. He’d give his life to protect her, gladly, definitely, and without a doubt. "
50 " As part of her training, she’d been required to please all the men in the Order. But they were not permitted to touch her virginity or even speak to her. They put their life rods as Master referred to them in her rectum or mouth, the only two orifices permissible. Grandmother called them penises and Chaos heard the men call them cocks. She called them devil larva. They seemed so harmless when small and soft until demons possessed them. Then they bit her like serpents everywhere they went. "
51 " You know, like something you forgot but never knew you forgot until you remembered it again? "
52 " She-she mentioned a desecration had to go on.” He looked at her. “You ever heard of that? Her hand fluttered to her mouth. “Don’t say that here, son. "
53 " You got a name for this youngin?” “She went by the name of Chaos but I think it’s not her real name.” “Good Lort that’s a frightful name. "
54 " Do you think I want this? That this is fanciful times watching my own daughter threaten the city with more curses and ruin? This—is—the Desecration—of Desecrations!” he raged. “And it cannot fail! "