Those moments when the driving hunger and desperate love were the most exquisite insanity.
It was too hard, too painful except when it was perfect. My past was as violent as his, and I was just as broken. He was my addiction my every desire mine. He was a bright, scorching flame that singed me with the darkest of pleasures. As beautiful and flawless on the outside as he was damaged and tormented on the inside. The bonds of his love transformed me, even as I prayed that the torment of our pasts didn't tear us apart. And we would become the mirrors that reflected each other's most private wounds. I was flawed and damaged, and he opened those cracks in me so easily. I craved his touch like a drug, even knowing it would weaken me. I was drawn to him as I'd never been to anything or anyone in my life. He was beautiful and brilliant, jagged and white-hot. The #1 New York Times bestselling author. Now in one deluxe box set, the first four novels in the Crossfire series. There's nothing more romantic than Valentine's Day.except Sylvia Day.
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