Each time he touches me, I feel it deeper, its effect more profound. It digs deep into my soul, penetrating every wall I have ever built. I’m weak against it, unable to fight the descent into oblivion with him, lost forever, and God knows I never want to be found. Not as long as I’m with him.
At night in bed, just the feel of his breath against my skin has my blood instantly rushing to the surface, heat accelerating through my body, causing my head to spin with the promise of pleasure he delivers every single time.
I’ve never been one to play with fire, yet with him, I crave to burn. I pray for my destruction if it means I can find my ruin in his palms, his fingers, his mouth, his body. I never imagined that I’d one day find myself in the arms of a man whose name once sent shivers down my spine. Now, his name ignites a spark—no, a raging inferno that makes my body ache for him.
Alexius Del Rossa.
The man I vowed to hate only to fall into the snake pit where my heart now only beats for him. I am his. I want only him. Every second spent with him is one moment closer to my undoing. I know it. I can feel it in my soul. Alexius would be the end of me.