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“With gilded blood, pray upon a demon’s heart, for it very well might save you.”
The Blood Knight has killed me in twenty-time loops—a cruel curse that I’ve found myself trapped in.
But you can only die so many times before all of your hope is stolen away.
The delighted hum that rolls from his chest makes mine warm. It’s known as the comfort call, something that male demons do to express assurance of safety.
“No one can outrun their fate.” My brows knit at his grim tone. If only he knew how horrifying those words are for my situation. “So, you would believe that I’m just doomed?” He turns to leave, walking steadily away and into the dark. “Maybe you’re looking at it the wrong way. Try something new. I doubt you’ve tried everything,” he says.
Kalel’s amber eyes find me over his shoulder and the softness in them flickers as the muscles in his jaw feather. “I wish it wasn’t you, little godling.”
“You know, you really are such a pretty little thing for being so vile. Far more broken and ignorant than I thought you’d be. Tell me, have you heard of me?”
“Oh, little godling, you’re right about that. I am a monster. Your worst nightmare. I’d kill you in your sleep if I wanted. I’d kill you while fucking your brains out if I so pleased.”
Do. Not. Fuck. The. Godling. I chide myself as her
“If hurting me will soothe the pain that wreaks havoc in you, then hurt me, Kalel. You’ll find there’s not much left
inside me that can be broken.”
“You made me a monster. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you.” He stares down into my watery eyes as he thrusts his hips into me like I’m nothing more than a ragdoll. His face is contorted with hatred, but his eyes are filled with so much misery it hurts.
“I would take your suffering if I could.” I hug him tightly. He allows it for a moment, then seems to remember himself and pulls away.
hate me too. I try to tell him with my gaze, but only streams of tears fall from each of my temples.
“I’ll take care of you, little godling. Your pussy has wept for me long enough,” he practically growls over my lips.
“Fuck, you’re ready to be stuffed, aren’t you?” He bites my lower lip and pulls on it until I’m chasing his mouth and kissing him deeply as his tip sinks into me.
