Terror at the Gates (Blood of Lilith, #1)

by Scarlett St. Clair

We were not responsible for lust in men. We existed, and they desired.

I could still feel the distance between us, like our bodies were made up of uneven edges. We no longer fit together.

I recognized I was playing with fire, but I wanted to burn.

“You don’t think I carry you wherever I go? You are unshakable. A menace. Sometimes, I think I would do anything to fuck it out of you, this goddamn defiance, even though it won’t work. Even though it’s what I adore most about you. I guess I just think it would be fun to try.”

“Nothing’s ever wrong when it’s love.”

They will call her a demon, but I watched her transform, and I will call her goddess.