Phantasma (Wicked Games, #1)

by Kaylie Smith

“If you thought that was your threshold of pleasure—imagine being worshipped by the real thing.”

She buried her face into the crook of his throat. “You came.” “You called,” he answered.

“In a different life, in a fair one, I would’ve kept you until my eternal soul withered away to dust,” he vowed to her.

“My soul will go to its grave with your name echoing in my mind.”

And I would trade every other soul in the world if it meant I would get to keep you forever.”