Onyx Storm (The Empyrean, #3)

by Rebecca Yarros

“I am yours and you are mine, and there’s no law or rule in this world or the next that will change that.”

“Stay,” Xaden says. “I’d kill for thirty seconds with you.”

“Agreed,” Xaden says. “That’s far too casual a term for what we are.”

“I’m jealous of the armor that holds you when I can’t, the sheets on your bed that caress your skin every night, and the blades that feel your hands.

“My loyalty is to Violet first above everything, everyone else,” Xaden says. “Then Tyrrendor. Then Navarre

in the moments it’s worthy—usually when Violet is in residence.”

“Lifetime. Anything less is unacceptable.”

You are the temple where I worship. I live for the clench of your thighs, your breathy little cries, the feel of you coming around my cock, and above all else, the sound of my favorite three words from this mouth.”