This novella features explicit *spicy* content and is intended for audiences 18+ only.
“Look at what you do to me, Elowen. No one holds a candle to you. Even in this hellish place, you bring me to heights I’ve never known.”
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A glistening bead of sweat trails between the gloriously sculpted plains of his chest as he gifts me a crooked grin.
“You are the embodiment of perfection, Elowen.”
A grin curls my lips as my gaze holds his and my hands wrap around him.
“Such a good boy.”
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The Summoning (sum-mon-ning) A pivotal life event experienced by all daemon males or dominants when they and...
This novella features explicit *spicy* content and is intended for audiences 18+ only.
“Look at what you do to me, Elowen. No one holds a candle to you. Even in this hellish place, you bring me to heights I’ve never known.”
____
A glistening bead of sweat trails between the gloriously sculpted plains of his chest as he gifts me a crooked grin.
“You are the embodiment of perfection, Elowen.”
A grin curls my lips as my gaze holds his and my hands wrap around him.
“Such a good boy.”
____
The Summoning (sum-mon-ning) A pivotal life event experienced by all daemon males or dominants when they and their soulbound come of age. This Summoning urges them—mind, body, and spirit—to unite. Intense side effects may include, but are not limited to: heightened emotions, uncontrollable arousal, dizziness, dream walking, an increase in fluids, and an insatiable thirst and hunger for their soulbound in a variety of intimate ways that cannot be listed here (please reference the book). Some effects may be painful.
Sariel
Born in Hell, I have waited millennia for my soulbound. Now, after crossing realms to find her, the only things standing in my way are a mad doctor, a dungeon cell, and magic-suppressing shackles. Anyone who enters my cell puts their life in my merciless hands.
That is until Elowen—a delicate human female—is assigned to my care. I would know even by scent alone that she belongs to me. The moment I break free of these manacles, I will rightfully claim her as mine.
Elowen
I’ve dreamed of Sariel for three years. I know him as intimately as I know myself. So when Dr. Forsythe assigns me to care for the daemon, I’m not afraid of the massive, horned, and winged male—I’m exhilarated. Because I know, without a doubt, he is mine.
