BOOK 2 of the Running With Devils Series
It's been three weeks since Coralynn Bennet was dragged down to Hell and it was nothing like how she imagined it. It was a kingdom of skyscrapers but no sky. Demons ran amok, but limited their bloodthirsty te...
AN: I finally made a Spotify playlist for book two! Playing With Devils comes with a real soundtrack now 😩😩😩 (just look up the book title on Spotify and it should pop up)
PS. I'm praying my writers block goes away soon. I'm so tired of it :(
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The Shadow
I would never get enough of her. Every sound of sweet desperation worked its way through my body until I was completely consumed by it– addicted to it. Every sound that departed from her lips was another dose of madness.
She had me by the throat everytime she even looked me in the eye.
The witch had cum so hard, she had nearly passed out in my arms from the relief, and I didn't have the heart to let her go.
I just watched her through the darkness. She looked so fucking pretty with her tired eyelids and her flushed cheeks. I knew I would eventually have to put her to bed, but it felt right to have her here like this.
The two sides of myself began to war again.
I could just take her and run– leave it all behind and forget the rest. To hell with power and revenge. This half of me just wanted peace.
Or...
I could continue down my warpath and use my sway with her to my advantage. I could take it all if I wanted. It would all be so easy. If I could just keep her hidden from Erlik and the Morningstar, I'd be set to chip away at their grip on the Seventh.
Through the darkness, I could feel the witch's hand rise to my face. Her fingers were soft to the touch as she felt my features. She traced my jaw lightly with her index, then my lips with her thumb. Then her hand moved to cup my cheek. I couldn't stop my eyes from shutting.
I was held captive to the way her hands were so gentle. I was rarely handled with such care. And there was no ulterior motive behind the way her fingers moved to the bridge of my nose up to my forehead. There was nothing selfish about this quiet intimate moment.
"Have you got me all figured out yet," I asked, my words becoming blurred as the trance began to set it.
Her face nuzzled into my chest, her soft warm breaths sending electricity across my skin.
"Almost," she breathed. "You have a slight crease to the left of your lips that shows up when you smile. And you have really soft hair."
Such attention to detail....
"You almost have me pegged, little priestess. I should be careful around you," I whispered. "You're becoming very dangerous."
Her laugh seemed to float through the darkness that surrounded us.
