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Now I know how Elena Gilbert felt, torn between two men.
It was always Damon Salvatore for meeeeee lol
“Because you’re hurting. And I don’t ever want to see you hurt.”
“Oh, God,” she cries, bucking her hips, matching my strokes. “Oh, God.” “God isn’t here right now,” I confirm, nicking her skin again.
All that matters is her. Her safety.
“I’m safe with you.”
My thigh is bleeding, and there’s a tiny heart on my chest painted in blood.
“Naïve, little Quinn. I’d sell my soul for you.” Gripping my hips, he brings me close as his large, thick erection twitches against my stomach. “If I had one.”
One night only. By sunrise, it’s over. And that’s what truly scares me.
Opening my favorite romance novel, I breathe in the fresh, crisp pages. It’s not fiction to me like it was before. I can now say that I’ve lived out my darkest fantasies, and I have no regrets.
