His Darkest Desire

by Tiffany Roberts

And yet being here felt…right. All her life, she’d always had this vague sense of an invisible tether tugging her in this direction, leading her to these ancient lands. Now that she was no longer resisting that call, it was like… Like she was meant to be here.

“Everything may seem dark and scary,” she whispered, “and you may not always be able to see the sun, but it is there.”

“In exchange for your life, Kinsley Wynter Delaney, you will be bound to me. You will be my mate, and you will take my seed into your body until it bears fruit. Do you swear it?”

All the world will look upon you and never know the crushing weight of your broken heart.

“If I’m your moonlight, what are you to me?” she asked. “I am your darkness. Your cloak, your protection. The shadow that shields you from the ravages of the day, the shroud that lulls you to sleep so you may wander in the bliss of your dreams.”

“Oh God,” Kinsley cried, clutching her breasts. “There is no god here,” he growled. “Cry out for me.”

“Love me, fear me, command me, obey me. I will be your master and your slave, your worshipper, your equal. I will be your everything, just as you will be mine.”

“Go. Run. Hide.” He lifted his face and met her gaze. “I will find you, my moonlight. I will catch you. And when I do, I will fuck you with a savagery that will unmake you. You will beg me to put you back together. To give you more.”