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638 pages, Kindle Edition
First published June 14, 2022
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“You’re my soulmate, Alaric. Your soul matches mine. Your heart matches mine. Your story matches mine. We were both unloved, see. We were both alone.”
He holds his silence for a couple of seconds, his eyes roving over my features, before he whispers, “Not anymore though.”
“Not anymore.”
“Because you love me.”
“I love you,” I say, still miffed. “And you love me.”
With solemn eyes, he says, “I love you.”






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Actual rating: 1.5 stars
Reading this book felt like being in the head of a 3 y.o. child who wishes to be butt-fucked. Can you imagine? Phew, that's pretty disgusting. But that's what I was feeling the whole time.
“It makes me feel like I’m your baby.”
He leans even further down. “Good. Because you are, aren’t you?”
“I am.”
"This desperate and hurting man who wants to grant you your every wish, fulfill your every little whim. Who wants to fuck you in his bed and put you to sleep every night. Who wants to bathe you with his hands and clothe you in his t-shirts. A man who wants to kiss your feet and lick your body like he’s your daddy.”
“I am that, aren’t I? I’m that man for you. You’ve turned me into that man. You’ve made me into your daddy, Poe, with your cute smiles and loud laughs and your doe eyes.”I watch his dusky hands kneading my milky flesh. I watch how even though my tits are big and plump, he can still cover them all with his hands. Because he’s so big and strong, you see. He’s my daddy. He’s my safety blanket and I’m his baby. That’s when I come for the second time, with those filthy, erotic words."
We've got a girl diva, because that's how she calls herself and her guardian and principle daddy because that's how they like to foreplay. The girl is 18 y.o with the brain of a newborn baby. The guy, however, is a 35 y.o professor - mind you! - who acts like a 4 y.o. baby. I suppose all those academic degrees ruined his mind. *sigh* so sorry.
I could leak sarcasm on this book in no less amount than the girl was leaking on her professor’s leather chairs, which is quite a lot. I mean, have you met a non-stop leaking pussy? No? You will after this book.
The thing is, I love Saffron A. Kent's smut. Unrequited is one of my all time favorite angsty romances, which, admittedly, made me cringe a couple of times because the author has a habit of going overboard with her purple prose in sexual scenes, but that does not demean her talent in creating a perfect if slightly unhealthy dynamic between her characters. I mean, usually her couples are star-crossed lovers with forbidden feelings: he's married, he's her doctor, he's her professor, he's older, and so on. Sweet, sweet angst!
But I can't shake this nudging feeling that in her last two or three books everything repeats itself: same situations, same characters - different names. As if the author just started to copy paste her books for the lack of better ideas and in pursuit of financial benefits?
The best thing that came out of this story for me is that I have finally sat down and written a snarky review, which I haven't done in ages. Oh inspiration, such a fleeting bird! Thanks, Mr. Marshall for gifting me with it."Although I have to say that as much as I would’ve liked those panties, Poe, and as many times as I would’ve smelled them while jacking off while my assistant told everyone who called that Principal Marshall was busy, I still wouldn’t be satisfied.”
Another sniff. “I would’ve felt duped. Because I wouldn’t have gotten the good stuff.”
Yet another sniff, this one followed by a growl as if he’s really unhappy and dissatisfied with my imaginary panties. “The fresh stuff, see. The fresh, ripe scent of a snatch that I’m getting right now. That I’m fucking inhaling and snorting like coke. The scent of cherries.”
At this, he licks it. He licks the center of my pussy through my panties and I moan so loud that I’m afraid the ceiling will fall down."
Jokes aside, there's absolutely no ground for our two birds to fall in love, especially the professor. The girl is obviously naive and stupid. It's fine, she's 18. But the guy, who lusts after her is 35 and his reasoning is bordering on sick, really. It's so bad that I couldn't look at it romantically in any way possible. The guy is a pervert who seduces an almost teenager when she's under his care and his student and he is her guardian and principle. While he is at it - seducing - he keeps telling her all the ways he would like to fuck her and make her bleed with his fucking huge dick. Aw, so sweet, so romantic to tell that to a girl who hasn’t been even kissed once in her life. And hey, what do I understand! It's customary to go straight to fucking after losing one cherry in the form of a first kiss. And don't let me forget about butts! Butts are exploited aplenty in this one. Well, no really, but once was enough. But hey, he makes her warm baths after his big dick violates it. So romantic. Really. i’m always so torn between your cherry pie mouth and your cherry pie snatch
And don't call me a prude, I have read worse books that pose as romance but in fact are pure rape, and this one is far from terrible and disgusting; it's just it's so immature: actions, dialogues - everything characters do and say, it kind of confuses me because how can one person be that dumb when they have tons of scientific degrees. I blame the professor’s eight pack abs; they squeezed the brain out of his body. “Alaric?” His chest vibrated with a deep hum.
“Poe.”
“I feel it.”
“Ignore it.” I squirmed, rubbing my back against it.
“I can’t. He’s my friend.”
“What?” I turned around to look up at him again.
“What, are you saying he’s not my friend?” I frowned. “I hate to break it to you, Alaric, but your dick is my friend. He made me feel good. And people who make you feel good are your friends.”
Bottom line: I think it's the worst book by the author up this date. I don't know if I should laugh or cry from the ridiculousness that's happening in this book. And I am still a masochist and hope die last because I will read her next book in hopes it would redeem the kindergarten poo drama, I've stepped into in this... uh, romantic love story.