Saint (Sigma Sin #1)

by Eva Simmons

While Saint is fire, Kole is ice. Two clear sides, and I need to break through one to get to the other.

“Don’t act so offended. You already know that, kitten.” He dips his mouth to my ear and licks the length of it, tightening his grip on my hair to force my neck back until our gazes meet. “So, tell me, when did you figure me out?” Saint has come out to play now.

“I don’t know how to love you right,” Kole says, brushing his fingers along my jawline and tracing it the same way he traced my scars. “But I love you every way I know how. Because you are everything to me. I’d die for you.”