Page 71 of Demon Monster's Little Human

He just shakes his head, a snarl curling his lips.

“This is a mistake.” His voice is rough, ragged, dangerous.

I stare at him, pulse pounding in my ears.

A mistake.

He says it like he believes it. Everytime.

Like he thinks this means nothing.

Like he isn’t affected the same way I am.

I should argue. Perhaps demand answers.

But I don’t because I don’t trust my voice.

If I speak, I might admit the truth.

That I don’t want this to be a mistake.

That I want him. That I have never wanted anything more.

But it doesn’t matter because before I can say a word, before I can breathe, he turns away.

He leaves, leaving me alone with the wreckage of what we just did.

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The taste of her still lingers on my tongue.

It shouldn’t. I should have wiped it away, should have buried it beneath fury and reason. But the way she gasped against my mouth, the way she clung to me.

Damn her. Damn myself.

I stalk away from her, putting as much space between us as the ruined house allows. I fist my hands, my claws aching to rip into something, anything that isn’t her. I focus on the rage. The frustration. The suffocating heat curling in my blood like a sickness I can’t purge.

This was a mistake.

It was just hunger. Just proximity. A moment of weakness that meant nothing.

But my body betrays me.

I still feel her skin burning beneath my hands, the soft press of her mouth against mine, the sharp little gasps she mad.

I grit my teeth, shoving the thought away before it can take root.

The silence behind me is suffocating.

I glance back, expecting to see her just as shaken, expecting her to look away, flustered. But she isn’t. Her cheeks are flushed, her lips bruised from my kiss, but her eyes burn with something far more dangerous than desire.

Rage.

"You bastard," she seethes.

I turn away. “Forget it.”

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