Take me there. I want to go with you. I promise to keep my eyes wide open the whole time. I don’t want to miss a thing.
Sex can be weird. It shouldn’t be though.
It should be sweet, or hot, or fast or slow. But it should not be weird. Unless, of course, weird is your thing. But I’m talking about that awkward weird. The shitty kind. Not first time awkward either, I’m talking that “I shouldn’t be doing this with this person ‘cuz they ain’t shit/don’t mean me no good/only want the pussy temporarily/or some other bullshit derivation therein” type awkward weird.
But when you have sex that feels right? That feels comfortable, deep in your bones? So much so that you revel in all facets of intimacy? That’s that good stuff. In this unedited snippet from the next novel in my demon series, my heroine Steele is enjoying that kind of sex – that kind of lovemaking – with her demon Miles. Continue reading “Take me there. I want to go with you. I promise to keep my eyes wide open the whole time. I don’t want to miss a thing.”