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This is all for me. Fuck her, feast on her.

“No!” I cry out, and Larimar stares up at me with wide eyes a second before I spear my cock inside her. I watch as her mouth opens in a silent cry, and I grunt, slamming my hips harder.

I bring my mouth to her throat, and I bite, timing it with a punishing thrust of my cock, drinking as much of her as I can. The monster wants me to fuck and wants me to feast, and if I give it that and just that, perhaps it will leave both of us alone.

But I know the wish is fruitless, like an unheard prayer.

I saw my dick in and out of her, viciously, violently, pinning her down so hard, I fear she might become one with the church floor.

“Priest,” she says through a breathless gasp, running her hands down my back. I pull my head back, wanting her to soothe me, needing her to rein me in.

That was a mistake.

One look at her beautiful eyes, a stained-glass window to her exquisite soul, and I realize how in love with her I am.

“Larimar,” I breathe, trying to hold my hips back, but it’s like trying to bring in a runaway horse. “I have to tell you something while I still have a chance.”

Her brows come together as she stares at me.

I cup her face with one hand, overcome with the urge to bare my soul. “I have lived so long, too long, without you. I don’t know how I’ve survived any minute of it.”

Her lips move, but no sound comes out, a softness washing over her features, like she’s melting beneath me.

“That’s why I am sorry it has to end this way,” I say and drive my cock back inside her, rough movements that jostle her breasts beneath the shift. My skin feels like it’s on fire, stretching and thickening, my cock lengthening.

“What?” she asks, but the monster won’t let me explain.

It makes me reach down and flick and pinch at her clit until she’s crying. The monster makes her come with pleasure and pain until she’s a wet, quivering mess below me.

I bare my fangs at her, hissing.

She’s still moaning, fighting through her climax, trying to stay sharp, knowing there’s something terribly wrong, knowing there is danger.

Good night, Armand Alcaraz, the voice whispers to me, sinister and all-encompassing.

“Armand Alcaraz!” I manage to cry out to Larimar. “My name was Armand Alcaraz!”

I feel my bones breaking and stretching and shifting, some awful transformation taking hold, like hot swords are breaking through my back.

The pain envelops me from head to toe as I scream, and yet I still come, shooting my seed into her cunt, pumping and emptying until my mind is fully gone and only my smudge of a soul remains.

The last thing I see with my own eyes is the look of terror on Larimar’s face as she stares up at me and two long shadows falling over her.

Wings sprouting from my back.

“Let us prey,” the monster snarls at her.

Chapter Eighteen

LARIMAR

Ican’t say I didn’t see it coming. I saw it happening as he was fucking me, little by little, tiny changes that I could sense were adding to something. I suspected the monster may have been coming out, but I didn’t think he would lose total control. Priest has always been in control of himself, of me, of everything. I never thought it was possible for him to be anything but that.

But his eyes went completely black.

Then, his pupils turned red.

His skin began to darken, become thicker, leathery.