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The truth was— even monsters needed love.
Well, I hadn’t realized I was going to be set up with a crimson sex devil.
he reminded me of a professor. A sexy professor. A professor of sex.
“You’re mine now,” I said, the possessive side of me slipping free. “I knew the moment I saw you. I’ve been searching for you for thousands of years, and now that I’ve found you— I will never let you go.”
This is the cliff, and once you fall— I will forever be the only one that can catch you.”
Being with an incubus was different than a human. The bite I had just given him would make him feel high on pleasure.
“I’ve been searching for you for thousands of years. For my soul mate. The Barista brought you to me, and now you will never escape. I wasn’t lying when I told you that for eternity, I would be the only one to catch you if you fall. Not even God will touch you, Peter. You. Are. Mine.”
“What’s your safe word, you fucking insolent pet?” “Pie,” he gasped.
“You’re going to kill us, Dante!” Rum snapped. I laughed, and I’ll admit. I did sound a little insane. “If he dies, I’m going with him.” “That’s very Shakespearean of you.”
Peter was who I would love for the rest of my life. For eternity. My own piece of heaven, my own little slice of hell.
