Oaths and Omissions (Monsters & Muses, #3)

by Sav R. Miller

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

“Like a bloody Christmas present. And I’d take my time unwrapping you. Run my fingers over every glorious inch of you, then add my tongue to the mix, because how could I stand not to taste my sweet, deviant little gift?”

If my mind was preoccupied with the vixen before, now that I’ve defiled her over and over, it’s as if there’s no room in my brain for anything else.