His Holy Devotion | 18+

Shadows slid along my skin, almost like smoke merging into a pressure that was at once light and impossibly solid. One curled around my throat, firm but teasing, another wound around my waist, pulling me closer without effort.

"Do you feel it?" he whispered, his lavender eyes bore into mine. "Every inch of you belongs to the shadows... and to me."

I trembled, breath short, heart racing, every nerve alive with awareness. I wanted to step back. I couldn't. The shadows pressed, claiming, teasing, and I leaned into them, into him, entirely aware that resistance was impossible.

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Elowen Blackwell is used to whispers following her. Shunned by the city for reasons she can't control, she survives by her own strength, tending temples and avoiding the stares that mark her as different.

Then he appears. Soren. The god of shadows, war, and death. He's drawn to her in ways she cannot understand. Terrifying, intoxicating, and impossible to ignore, his presence ignites a desire she didn't know she could feel.

As their worlds collide, Elowen must navigate a dangerous dance of obsession, longing, and secrets older than the temples she keeps. With every brush of shadow against her skin, she begins to see that some devotion comes at a cost and some desire cannot be denied.