Vipers and Virtuosos (Monsters & Muses, #2)

by Sav R. Miller

And when an artist has a muse, even if that muse is toxic and life-ruining, they don’t stop seeking them out.

“You deserve so much more than words, Riley. The entire fucking universe should bow at your feet in awe of your strength and goodness. I must be the luckiest fucker in the world to have gotten to experience you, even for a little while.”

When he fucks me, it’s a religious experience. Something ethereal and eye-opening that leaves me gasping for breath and begging for more all at once. Every time, it feels like coming home. And maybe you’re not supposed to find that in other people, but I can’t imagine what a lonely existence it must be to leave your heart with empty buildings only. I happen to like that my home has a heartbeat.