Arrows and Apologies (Monsters & Muses, #4)

by Sav R. Miller

I want to see how bewitching you are when you come.”

“God doesn’t get on his knees to worship,” I mutter against her, taking her clit between my teeth. “You’re in bed with the devil, m’ eudail, and I don’t think he intends on letting you go.”

I suppose that’s what love is—soul-deep and catastrophic. The kind of thing that has the power to effectively ruin you but that you trust isn’t going to.