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Chapter Eight

LEAH’s POV

I teased, “What do you mean?” but Raphael's solemn expression shattered my jest. Panic set in as I pounded his chest, my voice cracking. “Why will you leave me?” I screamed, anguish overwhelming me.

Raphael's eyes, filled with a deep sadness, locked onto mine. He enveloped me in a gentle embrace, drawing me closer. “I love you, Raphael!” I wailed, my words dissolving into sobs.

His whispered promise echoed in my mind: “I have only a few days left.” Desperate to hold on, I clung to him, refusing to let go. Every moment counted; I spent every waking second by his side.

On the shore, the wind whipping my hair, I pleaded with Raphael. “Come back to me!” My voice trembled, tears streaming down my face.

Raphael's gaze, burning with love, met mine. His promise, a lifeline to my shattered heart: “When I reincarnate, you'll know it's me.” His words, etched in my memory, became my solace.

As our fingers parted, a piece of me shattered. The sea's roar faded into the distance, leaving only the ache of our impending separation. Raphael's departure felt like an eternity, a chasm I couldn't bridge.

In the silence, I whispered my vow: “I'll wait for you, Raphael. Forever.” The waves swallowed my words, but my heart held on to the promise. Our love, a flame that would endure beyond time and mortality.

Raphael's smile, a fleeting glimpse of heaven, lingered in my mind. His love, a sanctuary I'd carry within me, guided me through the darkness ahead. On a fateful day, I ran to him to play with him, when I got to his room I was told he had disappeared into thin air. I wailed day and night, but no one cared.

I was seized by one of the king's brothers, reduced to a slave, and forced into endless labor. Days blurred into nights, my body weakened by hunger and exhaustion. No one cared; I was merely a tool, exploited and battered. False accusations of theft sealed my fate: beheading.

In the courtroom, I begged for mercy, but my cries fell on deaf ears. The sentence was passed, and I was led to the executioner's table. Tears streamed down my face as I prepared to meet my beloved Raphael in the afterlife.

As the guard raised his sword, a thunderous “NO!” shook the air. A powerful gust swept through, sending everyone tumbling. A strong hand grasped mine, anchoring me firmly. Chaos reigned, with guards and onlookers struggling to regain their footing.

A majestic figure stood beside me, shielding me from harm. His piercing gaze commanded attention, his presence radiating authority. The winds died, and an eerie silence fell. The executioner's sword slipped from his grasp, forgotten.

As the dust settled, I beheld my rescuer. His chiseled features, radiant with an otherworldly glow, left me breathless. His eyes, burning with an inner fire, locked onto mine. I sensed an ancient power, a love that transcended mortality.

“Who are you?” I whispered, awestruck.

His response, a gentle smile: “I am Raphael, your beloved, returned to claim you.

Raphael's gaze swept across the crowd, his piercing eyes commanding attention. “I am the Devil, King of the Four Realms,” he declared, his voice thundering through the hall. “How dare you touch what is mine?”

The onlookers cowered, bowing repeatedly as they begged for mercy. “Forgive us, Your Majesty,” they chorused, trembling before the mighty Devil.

With his authority reasserted, Raphael's focus returned to me. His eyes blazed with desire as he began to undress, revealing his chiseled chest. My heart skipped a beat, anticipation coursing through my veins.

The room darkened, candles flickering like fireflies as we succumbed to our hunger. Our skin collided, sparks flying as our passion consumed us. In Raphael's arms, I found our heaven.

His touch ignited my soul, sending shivers down my spine. He pulled my gown aside, his hands exploring my skin with reverence. He smoothed his hands on my breast, letting his thumb dance on my nipple. His lips danced across my lips, sending waves of pleasure crashing through me.

Raphael's fingers molded my body to his, his touch shaking with longing. He bent his head, his lips teasing my nipple, and I moaned in ecstasy. His whispers fueled my passion, “I love you, Leah.”

“Please,” I begged, my voice trembling. Raphael's kisses deepened, his passion unleashing a torrent of desire. I surrendered, lost in the depths of our love.

As we merged, our hearts beat as one, our love shining brighter than the candles. At that moment, nothing existed but our all-consuming passion.

Raphael's love was my sanctuary, my haven. In his arms, I was home.

As Raphael's powerful physique merges with mine, his intense thrusts echo through my being. I moaned torn between pleasure and pain, as he claimed me as his own. “Mine” he whispered, his voice husky with desire.

His manhood slid deep into my wet, trembling core, igniting sparks with each deliberate stroke. My body yielded to his dominance, surrendering to the primal rhythm of our union.

I hastened from my room to my daughter-in-law's, my thoughts consumed by her. I had left her in the dining room, abruptly departing due to an urgent matter.

I knocked repeatedly on her door, hesitant to intrude on her privacy. But silence greeted me. With a growing sense of unease, I slowly turned the handle and pushed the door open.

"Guard!" I shrieked at the top of my lungs, horror-stricken by the scene before me.

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