No Small Sin (Fate Trace, #1)

by Genna Black

I wanted all the pieces of her fucked-up soul threaded into my very existence. I wanted what was left of mine threaded into hers.

I bit down on her shoulder, unable to help myself. And when I pulled away, the sight of my mark on her flesh sent a shudder through me. A mark of ownership, because she was fucking mine. In this life — and whether she knew it or not — the next. I wanted eternity. And I would take it for both of us.