Oaths and Omissions (Monsters & Muses, #3)

by Sav R. Miller

Lenny isn’t Shakespearean blank verse; she’s a Greek tragedy waiting to happen.

She tastes like absolution, but I’ll bet she fucks like damnation.

“Perhaps we don’t know each other’s favorite songs and worst nightmares, but you can be soulmates and still not be aware of those things. Some connections are physical, love. Tangible. You know them when you feel them.”

“Do you have any idea how stunning you look on your knees?” Pulling back, I kiss his slit, absorbing the pearly bead leaking from it. “Not as stunning as I’ll look with you down my throat.” His fist jerks, and he grins. “Go on, then. Show me a masterpiece.”

“Good girls don’t speak with their mouths full.”

Words don’t even do her justice. Nor do they any longer accurately encapsulate how brightly she burns in my world, like an exploding sun wiping out all of humanity.