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He’s so big and hot and slippery that I can’t breathe, can’t think, can’t do anything but cry out, submitting to the mix of pain and pleasure as the fullness of him inside me seems to take up my entire world.
“I’m your god and he’s your devil.”
“Both of you beneath me, both of you so beautiful in your need, so stunning in your wildness. You are such dark and vibrant creatures; a fallen angel, a risen devil, coming together as one and belonging to me, only me, your god.”
“And I don’t regret it. If someone had to die, I’m glad it was the constable. I have a black heart, Crane. I’m the devil’s pawn, a chess piece in his game. Nothing good has ever come from me, and nothing good ever will.”
How can I love someone so much and desire her so equally? How can I want to lavish her with tender affection yet want to choke her, spit on her, make her writhe beneath me in total depravity?
“Farewell to Sleepy Hollow,” Kat says. “May you never look back.”
