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

by Lindsay Straube

“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.”

her body was an instrument only he could play.

Perhaps it was women who bore the burden of sacrifice.

“Thank you,” she said. He arched an eyebrow. “For what?” “For being my refuge.”