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"You look like pure sin," he whispers, drinking me in slowly. "And I've always loved sinning, darling."
It takes monumental effort, but I keep my poker face intact. "If you value your testicles, step away from me." His mouth twists up into a wistful yet flirtatious smile. "Now, darling. We both know you wouldn't dare hurt your chances of having little nightmares running around the house one day."
“Thu mi le d’chal lei fhuil, ima sangfluir," he murmurs. Which is fae for, You drive me mad with your beauty, my blood blossom.
"You're not," I agree. "Because we're not friends. We'll be work acquaintances." Silas pierces me with a stare. "I've been balls deep in your perfect pussy, and we've all heard the delicious little sounds you make when you come. This will be no acquaintanceship, not when we all crave you so ardently."
The blood fae pinches the bridge of his nose. "One day, I'm going to kill you." "Better make it soon since your sanity's expiration date is quickly approaching."
"So vicious. Naen mahk.” In fae, that means good girl. I am most decidedly not a good girl.
He lifts the bottle to his lips and takes a swig before rubbing his face. "You are the most stubborn creature in existence."
"Eireach chial, thiga ais thu'ganh," I murmur in fae. Come back to me, handsome lunatic.
They touched her stomach. Red creeps into my vision as my throat burns. "Maven. Who the fuck touched you?" I whisper.
There never has been and never will be anyone but you for me. Twisted souls like ours can't help belonging together, will of the gods be damned. Quintet or not, bound or not, I was always going to be yours, darling. Wherever you rest your pretty head, keep this under your pillow until I return to you. And please dream of me, for if I could dream, it would always be of you.
"Did…did she just snap that guy's neck with her thighs?" I manage. Silas is just as mesmerized. "That she did." "Fuck." I wouldn't complain if her thighs did me in. What a way to go.
"I'm saying…" She hesitates, studying my eyes, and then peels off one bloodied glove to place her hand on my jaw. "The gods are cruel, but I can't resist anymore. So fuck it all. You're stuck with me until the tragic end."
Maven drifts into sleep a moment later, and Limbo clouds with her subconscious. I slip into Limbo to taste her dream and instantly find that I was right. I'll be addicted to her until the day I die.
