Elira Firethorn

I swear, good men only exist in books. Specifically, books written by women.

I swear, good men only exist in books. Specifically, books written by women.

There’s something about the way he’s holding my head and fucking my mouth that makes me never want him to stop.

“See how good you taste? No wonder we can’t get enough of you.”

“Jesus Christ,” she whispers.

“Nope. Just a couple demons, making sure you end up in hell with us for all of eternity.”

Reading anything interesting?”

there’s concern etched into his features. “Too busy?”

or if he puts me in even the mildest of reading slumps, I’ll fucking kill him.

I swear, good men only exist in books. Specifically, books written by women.

He’s too book smart for his own good.”

He just gives me a soft smile. “I hope you find some time to read this week, Wren. I know it makes you happy.”