Echoes (Dance With My Demons, #2)

by Steph Macca

She tastes like Heaven. My fallen angel.

"I could die right now," I growl, looking into her gray orbs. "It would be the best death. I wouldn't want to be anywhere else except in you."

I want to fuck her so hard that it hurts. I want to slam into her with such force that we defy the laws of physics and become one person. It seems fitting anyway, since she already has my heart. She might as well take my body and soul too. At least then I'd find some type of peace. Sure, it would probably be hell too, but if she sends me there, I would have a nice family reunion no doubt.

"Who do you think killed Hallman, little killer? He didn't take his own life. No—I ended it. I ended that sad, pathetic excuse of a man because he touched you. He tried to hurt what's mine."

he lifts our hands higher, placing my palm over his beating heart. "This cold, black thing beats for you, Avery."

"You're fucking mine, Avery," he growls into my mouth. "This lifetime and the next one too."

"You tear me apart from the inside out in the best fucking ways possible. You make me kill for you, you make me want to die for you. I'll burn this whole place down to ashes and paint you with them like the muse you are."

"I'll fuck her in his blood. That doesn't worry me."

"I have mental illness. I'm not mental illness. I'm worth more than what you paint me as psychologically."