Descent (Black Heart Romance presents Heaven & Hell)

to dinner. I doubt I could even lure her upstairs, given she would have the advantage of knowing I
almost pounced on her down here tonight. If I wanted to take her after dinner, it would have to be in
the back of a limousine. Once I finished with her and she escaped with her tattered spirit and terrible
memories of me, I would never see her again.
Whether I enjoy Hallie Meadows for a whole evening or this one, single fuck, I’m only going to
get one go at her.
It’s the nature of the beast, unfortunately.
I don’t know why, when I look into her endless ocean eyes, I get the sense that one time will
never be enough. That it will haunt me as much as it haunts her. When she’s lying in bed alone at night
replaying what I did to her, I’ll be across town in my own bed, thinking the same thoughts.
Maybe I should heed the warning and turn back now, before it’s too late.
I can’t bring myself to do it, though. If I can have one taste that lingers for a while or no tastes at
all…
I have to taste her.
So I do.