This Is Love (The Light to My Darkness #3) (The Haunted, #8)

by Ivy Smoak

“My heart is yours,” I mumbled into his chest. “Forever and always. It’s yours, James.”

"I want you to remember tonight. I want you to remember what it was like to choose me because you wanted me, not because we had a slip of paper that said you had to. But because you can't resist me. Because I'm the only one that can make you scream. Because the thought of my cock makes your pussy ache. Because you can't fucking live without me."

“You chose me. You chose the darkness. So don’t pretend for a second that you don’t love when I spank you. That you don’t love when I fuck you so hard you can’t walk.” He slipped a finger inside of me.

“This is going to hurt, Penny. But the best part? You’re going to love it.” He lifted my legs around his waist and then thrust inside of me hard.

Jesus. He was right. I loved that it hurt. I loved the line between pleasure and pain. I fucking loved the way he made me feel. I wasn’t the light to his darkness at all. I was as dark as him.

“Love isn’t light or dark or a whirlwind of color.” “If it isn’t those things, then how would you describe it?” I pulled her a little closer to my chest, savoring the feeling of her breath against my skin. “This.” She sighed like she had never been more content in her entire life. “This is love.”

“My life began the day I met you,”