One Dark Window (The Shepherd King, #1)

by Rachel Gillig

Darling, the Nightmare said. You can’t make it so easy for him to control you.

I am not crushing over some shadow monster with no physical form nope huh uh uh

Our lips collided, there, among the salt. Ravyn growled into my mouth and I pressed my entire self into him, wanting— needing—to feel him against my body. His hand slid over my jaw to the nape of my neck, his fingers twisting in my hair, his mouth opening to mine. Our tongues touched, hot

and unfamiliar, tentative at first, then greedy. He drew me out of my Nightmare-infested mind into myself. The kiss deepened. I cupped Ravyn’s jaw in my hand, my fingers digging into the stubble that grew there. I didn’t think about being soft with him. I was so tired of pretending not to want this. The hardening of his body told me he felt the same. Ravyn hooked his arm around the small of my back, pressing me against him. He brushed his mouth across my cheek, his teeth nipping my earlobe before lowering to my neck. Shivers danced up my spine. His fingers curled in my hair, pulling it just enough so that my head tilted back, my neck bared to him. He

kissed me below my ear, under my jaw, down my throat. Had I kept my eyes shut, I might have surrender...