Darkest Sins (Perfectly Imperfect, #9)

by Neva Altaj

“Can I tell you a secret?” “Yes.” I lean forward until my mouth is ghosting over his ear and whisper, “I like the idea of you watching over me, demon.”

Stars flash before my eyes as I let myself fall into beautiful oblivion, annihilated and consumed by my dark demon in the light.

“You are my reason for living, cub. And, in this life, I don’t need a signature or a ceremony to confirm that you’re mine. You are. And I’m yours, every cell of my body. Till my dying breath. And even when I perish, in whatever afterlife awaits.”