He was desperate for her to see inside, to look past all the layers of darkness and find that part of him she’d touched. The part that needed her to save him.

God. He was beautiful. A beautiful, troubled man forged by the fires of hell, ravaged by monsters.

He kissed her with everything he was. Man. Beast. Killer. Biker. Hers. Every cell in his body belonged to her.

I told myself one night would be enough and I’d walk. Maybe I could have then, but I was fooling myself. I’m halfway in love with you and you’re pulling me in deeper.