s*x in death
I wanted to hit him, and I wanted to pull him into a kiss that would stop both our hearts.
"Every time we get intimate, I die," I whispered, my hand moving up to his chest, feeling the frantic thrum of his heart through his shirt. "Is that the curse, Julian? Or is it your mercy?"
"It’s neither," he said, his eyes darkening as the Duke’s silver mist began to swirl in his pupils. "It’s the Debt. And right now, it’s hungry."