Gideon Cross. As beautiful and flawlesson the outside as he was damaged and tormented on the inside. He was a bright,scorching flame that singed me with the darkest of pleasures. I couldn't stayaway. I didn't want to. He was my addiction . . . my every desire . . . mine. 

My past was as violent as his, and I was just as broken. We'dnever work. It was too hard, too painful . . . except when it was perfect.Those moments when the driving hunger and desperate love were the mostexquisite insanity. 

We were bound by our need. And our passion would take usbeyond our limits to the sweetest, sharpest edge of obsession . . .

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