Crossed (Never After, #5)

by Emily McIntire

my emotions in check. “Do you hear me, Amaya Paquette? I am sorry for what I said. For hurting you.” “Did you mean it?” she whispers, her eyes pinching shut. “In the moment? I lashed out to cause you pain, to keep you away. To try and make sense of whatever this is that you make me feel.” I swallow heavily, my mouth going dry. “Because this? This is impossible. We are impossible.” Her cheeks flush, and she looks down, breaking

“Tu es la mienne, au cours de toutes nos vies,” I whisper in her ear.

If she is a succubus, then seduce me. If she is my devil, then I will gladly burn.

“I’m not going to fuck you, Amaya.” He pulls my hips forward, my pussy drenching his cock from how wet I am. I whine, squeezing my eyes closed. One of his hands leaves my hip and cups my cheek. I lean into the touch. “I’m going to love you. Because loving you hurts so much more.”