Hot for Slayer

by Ali Hazelwood

When he noticed my eyes on him, he lifted the blade up to his face. And with a smile that did not feel like a smile, he began to lick it clean of my blood.

his arms wrap tight around me, his body is a heavy blanket above mine, and his only purpose seems to be shielding me from the sunlight. Today, Lazlo Enyedi saved my life.

“It was one-sided,” he tells me after he’s done chewing. “From you.” “What?” “The dislike.” “I assure you, it was not.” “And I assure you, when I look at you, I feel anything but that.”

“We both sleep on the couch,” he declares. “Together.” “We can’t sleep together.” “Are there laws against it?” “No.” “Then we sleep together.”

“I might not remember my name, or anything about who I am. But I could never be near you and not know exactly what you are to me.”

he watches me fold my lingerie with a smile that says: I know who you wear it for.

Legit i guess thats his entertainment

“You don’t need to do anything. I do things. To you.”

“I know that. You are odd. And a terrible liar, and not good at being secretive. But I don’t care.”

“There is nothing that I could discover about you, or about myself, that would make me want to do this any less.”

“I know your smell. I know your skin. Your hair. It’s all familiar. I have it all memorized. And I dream of you—of this. So many dreams, all so different, we must have done it a million times, in a million different ways.

Tell me what you’re hiding from me, let’s get this over with, and then let’s do it a million more times.”

“Aethelthryth, nothing would make me happier than having you with me here, or in any other place that I will call home, for as long as I live. Please, come in.”

shut up with this nonsense and take all you want.

Damn this scene

“You are so beautiful right now,”