Timber (Hades, #4)

by Tate James

Because despite how much he'd hurt me, despite his betrayal and everything it had caused, I still fucking loved him with my whole sullied soul.

"Hayden," he murmured. "Words quite literally can't express how much I love you. There is no doubt in my mind: You're it for me. You don't just own my heart, babe, you are my heart. Without you, nothing matters. Every minute of the twelve days, four hours, and fifteen minutes you were gone, I was dead inside."

"I'd burn the whole fucking world down for you, Angel."

Cassiel Saint was sex in leather most days, but in a tuxedo? Holy mother of orgasms. That was something special.