The Angel and Her Demon

At night, I always dream of the same thing: a wisp of dark red hair, black eyes, and that intoxicating smile. Her name is always like an echo, a fleeting thought that tastes like cotton candy but dissolves just as quickly. Most days when I wake up, her name is the first thing I try to remember, but the universe must be against me because it never comes back to my mind.

This is for my girlfriend. Enjoy the smut, my love :)

The cover art is not mine also!