Summoned to the Wilds (Villains & Virtues, #2)

by A.K. Caggiano

Then again, if Eva had seen how that blood mage looked when doing it—and for her nonetheless—she might have actually surrendered all her virtue on the spot.

He looked at her from the corner of his eye, fighting off a smile. “You are my captive, after all. No one’s touching you but me.”

Damien Maleficus Bloodthorne was the son of a demon, a demon who was imprisoned by the king of her realm, and she was ordered to marry another man for the supposed good of her barony and people. But, gods, did she want this man instead.

There was nothing to be afraid of, she realized, not here and not anywhere. Not when they were together.

words were meant to make women dangerous—that was, in fact, one of the best things they did.

“I would just gladly be swallowed by endless darkness upon endless darkness if it meant not hurting you because I have never cared so deeply for another being. I cannot explain or understand how you have broken me in this way, but you have made me feel…things that are maddening.”

“That’s my girl,” Damien murmured, satisfaction running like arcana through his veins as he closed his fist around his magic again. After seeing how steady Amma held the weapon, he’d kill every last person in the whole of The Wilds just for a brief moment alone with her.

Amma was in his arms, she was safe, she was kissing him, and he was complete.

“You came for me,” she whispered up against his mouth. His fingertips grazed her temple, smoothing away hair that had fallen in her face, and he pressed another kiss to her lips. “You called. How could I not?”