Phantom (Cat and Mouse, #0)

by H.D. Carlton

“I would follow you anywhere, Genevieve. If you were standing at the edge of the earth and wanted to fall, I would only stop you long enough to take hold of your hand so I could go with you. There isn’t a life where I wouldn’t be your phantom, or a death where I wouldn’t be your reaper.”

“Your forgiveness, my love. I ask it of you,” he rasps. I’m rendered speechless as he plucks at the garter straps clipped to my stockings. “There is little in life I’m deserving of—little that I allow myself to indulge in. Yet you are the crux of all my selfish desires. I would cease to breathe if I could not share air with you, Genevieve. If I can’t live with you, I refuse to at all.”

“We can go as slow as you wish, mia rosa, but my love is as gentle as it is fierce. And when it comes to your pleasure, my needs are insatiable,” he warns.

“Even when you’re begging for mercy, I will still hunger for more. And I will take it.”

I lean closer to her ear. “No, mia rosa, not even God can have you,” I growl. “You’re mine, and you will only pray to me.”

“There will never be another, nor will I live a life without you. Death awaits us all, Genevieve. Even still, it will not keep me from you.”