House of Flame and Shadow (Crescent City, #3)

by Sarah J. Maas

“You’re my home, Hunt. Our love spans across stars and worlds, remember?” She smiled slightly. “I’ll always find you.”

But now …” He swallowed. “Now?” Her gaze dipped to his mouth. His cock tightened at that gaze. He said, voice near guttural, “Now I don’t fucking care who you are, so long as you’re mine.” Her eyes shot to his, again full of surprise. “Because I’m yours, Day. I’m fucking yours.”

“As I was saying,” Bryce drawled, “for the moment, I’m queen. I’m judge, jury …”

So Bryce peered down at Morven and finished sweetly, “And I’m your motherfucking executioner.”

Hunt met her tongue stroke for stroke, and the weight of his body on hers was joy and comfort and home. Home—he was home. Her ability to teleport to him had only proved that. Home wasn’t a place or a thing, but him. Wherever Hunt was … that was where home was. She’d find him across galaxies, if need be.

“Whoever said normal isn’t complicated?” he countered. “All I know is that whatever tomorrow or next year or the next millennium has in store for this world, I want to face it at your side.”

“Rain check on the desk sex?” “For Jelly Jubilee in the flesh?” Hunt grinned. “Anything.”