Prince of the Arena (Beasts of the Briar, #1.5)

by Elizabeth Helen

it’s like the haze in my mind clears. He burns away all the thoughts of what a disappointment I am, of how I can’t trust my own judgment. There’s only the blaze of his kiss and the swell of my heart.

I want more of him, more of this joy I get when I’m around him that drowns out everything else.

His hands wrap around my body, fingers so rough, I imagine bruises forming on my skin. His handprints, marring me. I wish they were brands, claiming me as his forever. Our kiss grows more frantic, my fingers gripping his hair. It feels like we’re fighting with our lips, a battle we’re both too afraid to wage with words.

I need to possess him, make him mine, fill him, scar him.

I’m in love with you, Daytonales, Prince of Summer. All the stars and the sun and the moon could vanish from the sky, and you would be all the light I’ll ever need.