Of Ash and Embers (The Mist King, #2)

by Jenna Wolfhart

He leaned in and whispered into my ear, “I can’t hate anything when it’s coming from your lips.”

“You have consumed me. Everything about you drives me mad, and yet I would not change a thing. I want to give you the greatest pleasure you will ever know, fill you with so much rapture that you forget your own name.”

“I’m not religious, love, but I am going to worship your body, starting with the altar of your thighs.”