Nasty (Dirty Nasty Freaks, #2)

by Callie Hart

But when it comes to you, I’m a breach wall. I’m the thing that stands between you and the dark. I will always be standing there, bracing for the shit storm, ready to fucking defend and protect you, if that’s what you want, because you’re the most important, pivotal, vital thing that’s ever happened to me. You’ll never find me sitting in a bunker, plotting and planning how to capture you behind closed doors. You’ll find me with a knife in my hand, ready to sink it into the throat of the first person who dares to look at you fucking sideways. That’s the truth. That’s fucking real. That’s the man you see lying on this bed with you right now. And if you doubt it, if you doubt me, even for a second…hit that call button, and I’ll be gone in the most permanent way possible.”

Dying didn’t scare me as much as being without her.

“Sex with you is a holy act. I can’t think of a better word, Sera, but that’s what it is to me. It’s a communion between our bodies and our souls. It’s certainly not meant to titillate random strangers just for the hell of it.”