He pulls off my pants. I grim the sheets. His legs were jamming into mine. I grip the bedsheets. His taste is sour and burning my throat. He moves his hand up my chest. I can feel his claws. His fingernails are cloaked. Everything about him is cloaked.

"What's wrong now?" He hisses.

"It's that..." I start.

"Belle?" He raises an eyebrow.

"I don't want to hurt her." I say.

"Why the fuck do you care?" He asks.

I look up at him.

"Oh shit. Have you fallen in love?" He asks.

"I think." I say.

"You think she could actually love a creature like you?" He asks.

I sit up. Dorian gets off of me. He looks at me.

"You're almost as much as a monster as me." He says.

"I know." I say.

He grabs my face. His fingernails dig into my cheeks.

"Don't pretend that you could ever love. Your heart is as black as my face." He says.

"But I don't think she doesn't love me." I say.

"Who gives a fuck what you think? No one could ever love you, let's be honest." He says.

I look down. As twisted as his tongue sounds, he's partly right. I have done so many horrible things. Heck... I'm the dark one. I'm insane. I'm a horrible person. I look down and I see my hand forming scales. My old form soon shows up. 

"I like you better like this." He smiles.

"Touche dearie." I grab his chest.