A Tongue so Sweet and Deadly (Compelling Fates Saga, #1)

by Sophia St. Germain

If Merrick smelled like wilderness, Loche smelled like brightness. Like a cold winter night when the huge moon and millions of stars lit up the sparkling snow.

A woman like you wants to be loved, deeply and without constraint, by someone who knows the true you and adores you all the same.”

“Lessia. You’re not there. You will never go back there. I won’t allow it,” Merrick urged.

“Tell me. Tell me you burn for me like I burn for you. Tell me your heart stops when I walk into a room like mine does for you. Tell me you can’t stop thinking about me like I can’t go a waking second without thinking about you. Tell me you don’t want me to stay away.”

“I’ve learned the hard way not to feel guilty over doing something selfish once in a while. It gets lonely at the top, Lessia. And I have a feeling you’ve been lonely for a long time.”

“I’m not the begging type, Lessia. But if you need me to, I’ll get on my knees. I’m already risking everything. I don’t mind throwing my pride into the ring as well.”

“You’re Lessia. And you’re the most interesting woman I’ve ever had the honor to meet. You’re beautiful, and kind, and caring, and intelligent. And somehow, you seem to have an inkling of interest in me. I am not known to let opportunities pass me by, and I won’t do it with you. If I am lucky enough that the feelings I sense from you are true, I will always cherish them. I’ll do anything to keep them, fuel them, make them burn bright even in the darkest of winter.”

“I’d gladly let him rip me apart if I ever cause you harm.”

“I’ve wanted you for a long time, Lessia,” he whispered. “Longer than you can imagine.”

She inhaled sharply as his eyes pierced into her amber ones. She’d been right—they were dark. Almost black. But they also had swirling silver flecks in them, mirroring the pearly lock of hair that lay across his forehead. They were like a night sky brightened by a million stars.

“Then it’s time for you to meet Raine.”