Hunt on Dark Waters (Crimson Sails, #1)

by Katee Robert

Not that Bowen would consider himself a paladin, but if it walks like a duck and quacks like a duck, it’s a fucking paladin. Never fall for a paladin, little bird. Their first love will always be their god, and you’ll come a distant second. If that god demands your bleeding heart on an altar, they will weep and wallow in guilt, but they’ll hack the organ right out of your chest without hesitation.

“Tomorrow, you’re on first shift in the kitchen. Skirt your duties and you’ll be punished.” “Oooh, promise?” Damn it, why did I say that?

The sheer size of him is so damned distracting. No one should be that big. It’s rude, honestly.

Not this again. Surely he can’t be so intentionally dense that he thinks he’ll convince me to see things his way. Yes, I’ve been a bit of a liar. But all that is out in the open now. There’s not much I can say to make him believe I won’t run again, and rightfully so. “How about, instead of doing that, you go find a dead horse to beat?” He’s silent for several moments too long. “I am assuming that is some kind of metaphor, because the alternative seems out of character for you.”

“It’s not right to kill animals just because they’re dangerous. By that logic, both you and I should be killed, too.” Gods above and below, my thieving witch has a bleeding heart.

Who needs bondage ropes when your partner can hold you down with their mind? Can lift you and move you and touch you without lifting a single finger?

I am not a man who always has the right words, or even knows the right thing to do most the time. But I do right now. I cross to her and sink to my knees. She lets out a nervous laugh. “What are you doing?” “The only thing a man in my position can do when faced with a goddess. Worship her.”

She strokes the twisted scar on my right thigh. “What happened here?” “Kraken.” Her brows wing up. “No shit?”

“Bowen,” she says slowly. “Did you just offer to murder the captain for me? How did you know that was my love language?”

“Never get enough of you,” he mutters. “Can’t get deep enough, can’t make you come enough times, can’t fill you up until you’re dripping with me. Barely finish inside you, and all I can think about is starting again.”

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I’m going to have to take up some kind of strength training and cardio just to keep up. Gross.

if a quote has ever been more me, i havent seen it

I want a cozy blanket, a racy romance novel, and maybe some hot sex in between naps and reading.