The first time she came to him, it was out of pity.

Even the blackest soul deserves a chance at redemption.

She said she wanted to help him.

She never meant to end up in his bed.

The second time she came to prove him wrong.

She wasn't in love with him – was she?

He grinned at her, and she was lost.

Crying out his name again and again.

The third time she came to stay.

Curled up to his side like a lioness with her mate.

She knew she'd sold her soul to the devil.

She just didn't care.