Nectar of the Wicked (Deadly Divine, #1)

by Ella Fields

“You are the most exquisite treasure I’ve ever laid eyes on,” he whispered against my mouth. He bit my lip—hard enough that I flinched. I gasped when he sucked it clean of blood and dragged his mouth over my cheek to vow to my ear, “And I’m going to do such filthy, dishonorable things to you.”

“I dreamed of you,” he murmured as if unwillingly. “It has been a long time since I’ve dreamed of anything.”

“You shocked me. You continue to shock me in ways I find myself ill-equipped to handle, but I’ve decided something.” “You have?” “I’ve decided that I like it.”

“Never thought I’d envy a town.” The whisper of his lips expelled a fractured breath from me. “Nor the fucking snow.” “And why would you?” I asked, lost to his harsh grip on my hips and how it contrasted with the barely-there gentleness of his kiss. “The wonder in your eyes.”