A Power Unbound (The Last Binding, #3)

by Freya Marske

Alan needed to stop thinking. He let himself be hunger, and shame, and little else. He lifted his gaze. “Use me.”

“But it’s hard to rid yourself of something you’ve been swallowing since you were too young to be revolted by the taste,” Jack said softly.

Alan shut himself in his room and wrote a story that was dark and fantastical even by his usual standards: an occultist who summoned a demon to grant him untold wealth but was unable to keep it constrained to his will, and instead became the demon’s sexual plaything. There was blood in this one, and fire, and the sense of a punishment that couldn’t be escaped.

I would read this in a heartbeat!

You look like a nightmare,” Alan said softly. For a moment his face was a portrait of hunger, and Jack understood exactly what he meant. The pull of a danger you could inhabit and then wake up from.

I want to kiss you until your mouth forgets it exists for any reason but to let me taste it. I want to kiss you so well, and so long, that every narrator in your books will crawl off their pages and die from sheer jealousy.