Hawke

by Jescie Hall

“Wreck me, shatter me, destroy me, be the ruin of me. I don’t care, just make me feel again,” he whispers against my lips.

“You’re the purest, dirtiest little thing.” He grins, his eyes narrowing in on me. “A saint with the lips of a sinner. A woman who owns her demons.” “Let me own you,” I whisper, my lips inches from his.

“You save me,” he says in a raspy tone. “You wreck me, break me apart, pick up my pieces, and you fucking save me.”