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Gentlemen of virtue are not nearly as nice As the wickedly sinful men of vice.
He screamed as the very real flames whipped him like a sadistic lover, melting his flesh.
Camilla innately sensed that she was in the presence of a jaguar—a sleek apex predator one couldn’t help but be fascinated by even as it drew close enough to bite.
His beauty was cold ruthlessness with a regal edge. A polished blade meant to be admired even as it cut you down.
If there was one truth that ought to be universally accepted, it was this: when sin was involved, no gentleman in this realm or any other could ever hope to compete with a demon. Most especially a Prince of Hell.
If Camilla was sunshine, he was the darkest of nights. And if she wasn’t careful, his shadows would snuff out her light, if only for the fleeting chance to possess her warmth before destroying it.
lethal grace and divine punishment,
luring and tempting, like a song whose tune slowly sank into the listener’s subconscious until they hummed it without thought.
His princess of starlight,
Her lashes were long and dark, resting in little half-moons on her golden cheeks.
Nature was a violent mistress, her beauty a mask to hide her cruelty.
“Touch her”—his voice was laced with malice, even as it faded to a mere whisper—“and I’ll annihilate you all.”
I will be your God, your Creator, your Destroyer, and every depraved dark thing in between.
Moons are such chaotic things. Inconstant, flickering. As is new blood.”
her silver eyes flashing just as menacingly in the night. They were both breathing hard, their eyes twin flames of envy.
her nails carving half-moon crescents into his skin, marking him, too.
A pair of crimson moons hung in the sky, two watchful eyes from hell.
The kiss was a battle, a plea, a path to salvation or their greatest destruction.
It was languorous, drowsy. The sort of kiss that made knees weak and heartbeats strong.
Camilla felt as if she were falling, plummeting from the heavens to the earth, and he was the star she clung to, their desire lighting the whole damn sky. Or maybe they were a comet, destined to crash.
Sweet enough to make her dizzy, slow enough to make her believe it could last forever.
the light bathed him in silver, giving him a celestial glow; a star fallen to grace mortals with its splendor.
all she wanted was to soothe the ache in his voice, the responding ache in her soul.
Sometimes two people weren’t meant to be more than one moment. Wondrous and unforgettable though it might be, not all good things were meant to last.
