Promises and Pomegranates (Monsters & Muses, #1)

by Sav R. Miller

I know about the little pomegranate tattooed beneath her breast and have traced the line work myself with the tip of my tongue. She even tastes like the fruit, explosive and utterly bewitching, the kind of succulence you want to sink your teeth into. And fuck, did I.

How she preened as the blade drew against her sensitive flesh, back bowing, pussy cresting around another orgasm. The way her blood tasted as it dripped down her pale skin and how I lapped at its coppery essence like a man dying of thirst.

“Do you remember how I felt inside you?”

“The way I split you apart with my cock and made you beg me to hurt you?”

If Elena is even half as divine as the fruit in the Garden of Eden, I absolutely understand Eve’s surrender.

sopping core,

Sopping core is CRAZZZYYYYY

“An ache I have no right to feel, no right to indulge, but God, I can’t help it sometimes. Anyone glances in your direction, and I’m tempted to rip their fucking heart out. I like knowing you feel it too.”

“Look at your husband when you come for him.”