Kiss of the Basilisk (Split or Swallow, #1)

by Lindsay Straube

“So,” Tem whispered, her lips still an inch from his. “Will you keep me around?” Leo smiled, his gold teeth flashing in the dim light. “For as long as you’ll let me.”

“Temptation, salvation, heaven, hell—you are everything, Tem. You are my undoing. You are beyond comprehension. There are no sufficient words to describe you, either in my language or yours.” His hands moved to her face, cupping her jaw. “My compass points to you. I could not change direction even if I wanted to.”

“I am undone by you,” he said. “I crave your scent, your skin, your voice. I think about you all the time, to the point of destruction. You are unbearably overwhelming. I cannot resist you no matter how hard I try.”

“You.” Thrust. “Are.” Thrust. “Perfect.”