Phantasma (Wicked Games, #1)

by Kaylie Smith

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

Kissing him had been an astronomical mistake. Go back to finding him annoying, she told herself. But the problem wasn’t that she had stopped finding him annoying—the problem was that she had started finding him enticing.

“I want to know everything. I want to see all the darkest corners of your mind.” He tilted his face up to whisper his next words right into her ear. “I want to taste your sins.”

“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.

“In all the darkness, in all the loneliness, you have been my one source of light,” he lamented as she began to come undone. “My soul will go to its grave with your name echoing in my mind.”