Soulless

Grace never expected her love story to be like this. His kisses made me go wild, his touch gave me shivers, and his taste made me moan. But he was a monster. He was a dark soul that made me smile. If he even had a soul. "You’re afraid of me." His breath tickled my skin. "You should be." He placed a chaste kiss to the start of my jaw. "I am." I said honestly, but the pleasured sigh spoke otherwise. "Say my name." He breathed out. I gulped but for some odd reason, I obeyed. "Elias." Then his lips pressed roughly against mine. But before I could process the kiss and the way his tongue swept gently across mine. He had pulled away and was glaring at something over my shoulder.