The Dark Ones (The Dark Ones Saga, #1)

by Rachel Van Dyken

"Fear isn't welcome here."

"You look lovely, just remember. No fear. You are nothing. You are everything. You are simply… you."

Immortals, in essence, were cursed with a deep desire to be like a human — to possess them, to bond with them forever — while humans only felt the same draw to us if they actually loved us.

He didn't return my smile. "It's a death sentence." "Then show me sweet death." I wrapped my arms around his neck. He let out a pitiful groan before his mouth touched mine again.

My body almost bucked off the bed when he drank more. It was different than before. His tongue scalded me — in the best way — almost like he really was forever marking me, making it so anyone who looked at me knew whom I belonged to.

"No." I pulled them apart and gazed upon every inch of her. "You're mine. I get to see every inch of you, I get to lick all of you, and when I'm done, I get to taste over and over again until you scream for me to stop."

"I'm yours." The words washed over me as I thrust one last time, the walls of my carefully built world crashing down around me in shattered pieces. She gave me her body. In return, I gave her my soul.

The heart, I'd learned in all my years of living, wants what it wants, and damn the rest of the world for trying to tell it otherwise.