No Way Out (Darkling, beloved, #1)

by Santana Knox

We weren’t teacher and student in this moment. We were just two people giving into a human need.

“She’s beautifully macabre,” Harkins prosed, describing the wild banshee in front of us. “She’s a fucking psycho,” I corrected him.

“Can you feel how wet I still am?” I asked, grinding my hips over his exposed stomach, a trail of my arousal painted down his skin. “Everytime you scream, I just want to fuck it out of you more.”

“Say you’re my dirty little whore, using a dead man’s cock to make you come.”