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“Oh my god,” he whispers, shocked. “It’s Krypt, actually,” I give him my name and grab his hands, tying them behind his back. “And I’ll be your devil. Not your god.”
“If you know who I am, you also know that I’ve killed those I love before. My love is dangerous. My attention is worse.”
Because when I die, I want to leave this world with the feel of him all over me. In my mouth and on my tastebuds, over every inch of my skin, and in my goddamn soul. I want him to infect me before he snuffs me out forever, and if these are my final six minutes, I’m going to have him for every one of them.
Because I will fuck you within an inch of your life, but I’ll always drag you back. You can’t escape me. Not even death’s cold clutches will rip you from my hold.”
“You’ve done it now, Remiel.” “Done what?” I’m breathless and boneless. “Woken me up.” I should be more scared of that than I am.
“Because you make me crazy,” I admit. “I’m fucking terrified all the goddamn time, Krypt. I don’t know what I’m doing or what I’ve gotten myself into, but if this is my fate—if you are my fate—then… then a sick part of me wants to revel in you.”
“Take me. Fucking own me. Fuck me hard and match your sickness to mine.”
“I pick you as mine. I pick you to turn me into something I’ve never been before. I choose you to show me a way of life I’ve never lived. I don’t need you, Krypt. I fucking want you.”
“You called yourself sick, and until you said it, I’d considered the word… an insult. But if you’re sick, Remiel, if whatever pumps through your heart and coats your brain is a sickness, it’s a fucking blessing. Not an insult.”
“And I want your sickness to meet mine, and whenever we get too tainted and Moros can’t handle us anymore, I want to die sick with you.”
“I was yours the night I walked into Vile House. Free or not, I’m fucking yours.”
“It’s lovely the way you haunt me. Every part of my life is dictated by you now. When you’re gone, I feel you stalking me. When you’re near, I’m attracted to your monsters. When I sleep, you haunt my dreams. And when you’re inside me like this, vulnerable but dangerous about it, it shows me exactly who you are. Because I demanded rough enough to hurt, yet you’re being gentle with me while adding roughness to your words. You’re a fucking riddle, Krypt. I love trying to figure you out.”
