Quicksilver (Fae & Alchemy, #1)

by Callie Hart

Please, Fisher. Gods, I want you. His low, rumbling chuckle skimming over the surface of my mind was pure sin. You've got me, Little Osha. And I've got you.

“I'll be grateful for every second that I can say that I belong to you, Saeris Fane. Eighty years or eighteen hours. It doesn't matter to me. It'll still be the highest honor of my life. But don't—are you about to have a heart attack? Your pulse is flying.” The bastard laughed, and I nearly burst into tears.