“Willis.” I wrapped one leg around his hips. He stopped kissing me and met my eyes. “That’s the first time you’ve called me by my name.” My bruised lips parted on a pant. “Slip of the tongue.” — Celia Aaron Copy Share Image
“You had a white Knight, but you were waiting for your monster. Here I am.” — Celia Aaron Copy Share Image
“My darkness is neither restrained nor buried. It lives right at the surface. The only thing that hides it is my mask.” — Celia Aaron Copy Share Image
“Willis.” I wrapped one leg around his hips. He stopped kissing me and met my eyes. “That’s the first time you’ve called me by… — Celia Aaron Copy Share Image
“In the heart of every man is a darkness. Primal. Instinctive. At its most basic, it’s a desirous nature—one that covets, demands, takes.” — Celia Aaron Copy Share Image
“It’s working.” Timothy’s low voice cut through my cacophony of confusion. “Is it?” I stared at him. “You think she’s accepted it?” He chuckled.… — Celia Aaron Copy Share Image
“And one day, sooner than you think”—his voice dropped—“you’ll give me everything.” — Celia Aaron Copy Share Image
