Phantasma (Wicked Games, #1)

by Kaylie Smith

“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.

He made her feel safe to explore him without worry of judgment or fear.

“If there were ever a divine entity I’d worship,” he murmured, “it’d be you.” “My body, your altar,” she offered.

“Devils are shameless gossips,” she muttered without acknowledging his statement. “Mortals are pitiful romantics,” he countered. “Falling in love no matter the cost.”

“But your touch?” Her voice broke now. “Your touch means fucking everything. And that’s why we can’t cross that line again.”

“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.

I told you before that nothing would ever stop me from getting to you if you needed me, and that will remain true forevermore. I would tear the universe apart at its seams if I must.”

“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.”