Gunther’s eyes flew open and he stared up at Valois, still silenced by that hand. Oh god, was that what Valois wanted?! No! No, he couldn’t do that!
Valois was looking down at him, smiling tenderly. “Your blood cries out for it, my beautiful one,” he murmured. “Only your mind rebels; your waking consciousness that simply must stay in control at all times. I am your safe harbour, mon cœur. The ship of your soul can rest easy against mine.”
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