Phantasma (Wicked Games, #1)

by Kaylie Smith

The grin on Zel’s face stretched as he took in the terrified expressions around him as if this response was exactly what he was hoping for. Ophelia fought the urge to roll her eyes at the pure drama.

“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.

“Is space still what you want?” he asked, roving his eyes from her crown to her toes as she dripped water onto the floor before him. A shaky breath. “I shouldn’t have a choice at this point.” “But since you do?” he implored. “No. I don’t want space,” she breathed. “I want anything but space.” Their collision was earth-shattering.

The dream I’ve been looking for—the one to wake me up. The thought of wasting another second when I will lose you forever in only three days has ruined me. You are the closest thing I will ever get to experiencing heaven, and I’m not ready to let it go.”