Throne of the Fallen (Prince of Sin, #1)

by Kerri Maniscalco

“When was the last time you were a little wicked, Camilla?”

Forbidden things always intrigued her.

“And I love being a sinner too much to ever be a saint.”

“You’ll be shouting my name, Camilla. I will be your God, your Creator, your Destroyer, and every depraved dark thing in between.

“Infatuation. Intrigue. Deep admiration. But never love.”

“Brace yourself, pet,” he growled. “I’m going to fucking devour you.”

“Good. Praying at the altar of your body is one of the only ways to get a sinner like me on my knees. I promise I’m going to worship every inch of you.

He was not God, but he would damn well make her think he was a god before the night was over.

“Fucking hell.” His breath was warm on her neck, her skin pebbling pleasantly. He’d softened a little but remained inside her. “You kiss like a saint but fuck like a deviant.”

Jasmine, gardenia, wisteria, and musk. Night and its many pleasures. The scents of the Wild Court.

“Fuck the rules,” he growled. “You’re mine.”