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He was a drug, and she needed a fix, a huge fix.
A very lengthy fix.

He was a mortal man with more flaws than bones, shackled to a fantasy of his own nightmare making.

Florence Nightendick

I'm not hung up on numbers, but I do like giving multiple orgasms.

He would have chucked her back into the pond otherwise. Bad fish, he didn't do them young. He was a fucking deviant, not a monster.

Hawk was a fucking selfless savior, practically a saint. Where were his wings?

Don't you feel it, beautiful, when we touch, doesn't it shift something in you?

Fear was a wicked monster clinging to every insecurity, whispering the harshest things.
And salvation could also be dirty.

She was brand new and he was death.

His strut reminded her of a smiling serial killer, oh yeah, he'd kill you, but boy, he'd have lovely manners while he did it.

Hope was a weak rebellion not meant for the likes of him.

His smile was sexual. Devious and tempting.

Not tonight, Satan.

She was imprinted on his soul, somehow it had happened, she'd just sneaked in there and made herself at home.

Hope was right below wishful thinking and above a rain fucking dance.

There was some biblical irony in that somewhere only Mary Magdalene would understand hitting above her weight grade.

His touch was heaven.
And he looked like sex and secrets.

The devil couldn't walk into a holy house and not expect a few flames.

Emotional cutters cut where it caused the deepest wound.

Too far down that rabbit hole, wrapped in an unhealthy addiction,

Maybe he was the kind of man to leave the cap from the toothpaste. That was a deal breaker for all women. God forbid he had mommy issues.

He wasn't good. He was a goddamn cruel bastard.

Hawk was on the dark side, walking a fine line when his body responded to just how he wanted to ruin the girl.

Love was a bitch because it shackled you as hard as steel cuffs, leaving you gasping and hollow for any connection.

Some ties were hard to break, harder to severe, devastating to forget.

Raw. Dirty. Scandalous and oh so delicious.

His little bit of a thing was an addiction he shared with no one.

It had been impossible to get away from her own darkness. Or so she thought.
Here she was basking in the light of a beautiful bad man.

Dangerous when he wanted to invade her personal space like he had the right to without fucking regard for if she wanted him there.

A kiss before he went to murder.
Poetic. Or plain terrifying.

Never taunt the devil, because the devil will show you what he had, pitchfork in hand. The devil was such a showboater, and Preacher was even worse.