Deacon (The Sovereign Mountain, #3)

by Raya Morris Edwards

She’s patient, she’s kind. She’s everything I’m not. And that makes me want her more.

Over the summer, it occurred to me that this is more than attraction. I have an obsession.

God, she’s perfect. I think I’ll keep her.

My heart flutters so fast, it reminds me of a butterfly encased in my prison of ribs.

The hiss of his zipper cuts the darkness. He lets out a harsh breath, like it’s a relief to let the monster in his pants out of its cage.

I want you to put that pretty cunt on my face, suffocate me.

I don’t want to think anymore. I want every confusing, conflicting thought fucked from my head.

She’s worth everything I’m going to do to make her mine.

I can only gaze up at him, because for the first time, I’ve found something brighter than the stars.

We’re both broken in two, but together, I think the two halves could make up the whole world.

She’s the heart in my chest. She breathed life into my empty body.

He might be a hurricane, but I was always safe in the eye of it.