The Bound Witch (The Osseous Chronicles, #3)

by Ivy Asher

His kiss is exultant, his tongue composing hymns of moans and needy exclamations with mine. He tastes like the antidote to a poison that’s been threatening my very soul. Every doubt, every second thought and what if burns to ashes in the blaze of what ignites between us. It’s more than anything I’ve ever felt before, and all at once, his lips on mine, his body pressing in against me isn’t enough.