More on this book
Community
Kindle Notes & Highlights
His appearance was the result of having performed the Emberforge ritual on himself, the same ritual he intended for her son. A rite that only young children were believed to tolerate without any permanent disfigurement, seeing as they hadn’t yet gone through their Ascendency.
Emotions I was forced to keep hidden for fear of looking possessed by evil, as girls were often perceived when they felt too much.
I’d learned at too early an age that the sound of a girl’s scream drew nothing more than apathy.
How tragic that a woman’s worth equated to the depth of a man’s pockets.
“Go, my Darling, unto that place Where magic still exists Beyond the confines of this cruel world As you will not be missed Instead, I’ll find you in a dream Or a wistful plea on stars Hours of suffering no more redeemed For eternity is ours.”
“I also know that the delicate black rose doesn’t grow well in these parts. Our winters are far too cold for its fragile roots.”
Like an enchanting goddess, she slept soundly, a fringe of long, black lashes fluttering against the top of her cheeks, while her body succumbed to his power. An ache stabbed his chest, as he marveled at those thick, pouty lips and gleaming skin that compelled him to touch her. That scent that clawed at his senses, urging him to put his mouth to her skin for a taste.
This is off to a good start hehe
“Beg all you like.” He let out a sardonic chuckle. “I’d quite like to see you on your knees.”
On my knees
I found myself staring at his broad shoulders, my mind wandering to what he must’ve looked like without his shirt. “You have a nice back.” The
Drooling
His gaze trailed over me, and whatever thoughts passed through his mind had his hands balled into tight fists again.
Arghh just kiss already
“Perhaps you should walk alongside me, unless you insist on staring at my ass the whole way.”
Something scratched my thighs, and I opened my eyes to find the humanoid creature resting his head in my lap, his thin, pale body curled into himself.
Omg branimir! He is actually so cute tho
No, beautiful was too weak a word. She was intoxicating. Exquisitely divine.
We love a man who yearns
The moment her lips curved to a smile, I knew she knew. “My, my, Maevyth. You are a naughty girl,” she said with an edge of amusement.
Okay im loving this
He circled me, prowling. Hands gripped my waist, firmly. His broad chest pressed against my back. “Faster,” he whispered in my ear, and I felt his fingers curl into my sides.
Hottttt
“What did you feel? Tell me.” His gaze fell to my lips. Drowning in humiliation, I turned away from him. “I’d rather not say.” He hooked a finger beneath my chin and drew my attention back to him. “Tell me.”
Im getting butterflies!! Just make out plsss
“Everything is poison with the proper dose. Even you.”
“Who could’ve predicted that one touch of your pounding pulse would be so disarming.” Warm breath scattered across my skin, and my heart stuttered with anticipation as he thumbed the curve of my neck. “What wicked spells you weave, little witch.”
This mans mouth
“As I said, I consider threats to my life an invitation.” The broad side of the blade scratched over the fabric of my robe when he gently dragged it across my tightly contracted stomach. “You ought to be careful how you wield them,” he warned in that rich, baritone voice.
Rawr
Instead, he whispered, “Should you decide to carry through with your threat, I’ll leave my balcony door unlocked.”
Yes sir
“Maevyth, are you okay?” “Yes. Please. Don’t stop.” His fingers curled into mine, and another round of fire blazed through me. “What are you feeling?”
Omg this is hot and nothing is even going on
He lurched toward me, clamped his hand around my nape, and crushed his lips to mine.
SCREAMING
“Maevyth,” he called out for me, and I paused, with my hand on the lever. “We can never do this again.”
Whyyyy do they always say that!???
Gods, he’d have sacrificed his next breath to be the bastard who made her scream in ecstasy right then.
*biting my lip
“I am angry at you.” The deep timber of his voice rumbled in my ear, and he spun me around, keeping in time with the other couples. “For wearing this dress. For looking so painfully exquisite, you’ve managed to draw everyone’s attention. Including mine.”
*sigh
“Very. Your brother is going to speak with him.” “My brother is going to kill him. Mark my words.” “What for?” He’d certainly threatened as much, but I was curious to know why she thought so. “For having looked at you the way he did.”
Smash
“You fucking look at her, and I’ll carve your eyes from their sockets then cram them down your gullet.”
Yes yes yesss
She was chaos wrapped in fine silk. The embodiment of trouble that’d nearly brought him to his fucking knees when he’d first laid eyes on her across the ballroom. So achingly beautiful, his chest hurt.
not at all jealous
“Keep your eyes off her,” Zevander warned again,
Arghhhh i love him
“I said she is your mate. I saw it in a vision. She wore your sigil, the mark of your scorpion. As did your son.”
Omgggggg screaming
“I think you’re the bravest mortal I’ve ever met. And perhaps the most fucking stubborn, as well.”
Aww isnt he just the cutest
“I’d be careful about threatening her,”
Yum
A growl rumbled from his chest. “Because I’m a jealous cunt who refuses to entertain thoughts of you lying next to another man. Is that explanation enough?”
Arghhh the jealous type
“Body heat. Best way to stay warm.”
I like where this is going
“Your beauty is unrivaled, Maevyth.”
“Cursed gods, you are a ferociously breathtaking creature when you’re ravenous.”
I just folded like a lawn chair
“A thousand times I’ve fantasized this moment, and still, I failed to imagine you’d be this perfect.”
This man!!!!
“You look like a goddess right now,”
Urghhh i want him so bad
“I can’t fucking breathe. I ache for you, Maevyth. Believe me when I say this.”
He’d lived too long with the practicality of knowing the stars were too far out of reach, and yet, in his arms lay the brightest of them all. The girl with the moon in her eyes and fire in her soul. Damn the gods for sending him one so beautiful, with a heart so pure. So fragile.
Argh so beautiful
And in the center of that storm was Maevyth. The only constant. A beacon in a dark, black sea. A light too bright for his eyes, but damn the gods, even if he had to maim and kill for all eternity to keep her safe from his enemies, one fact remained true. She was his. Lunamiszka. My little moon witch.
“And I am yours to touch, Maevyth. I crave your touch more than my next breath.”
And I crave yours zevander!! But u are not real *crying
“I’ll never know what in seven hells inspired the universe to send you to me, Maevyth.” “Some might call it a punishment,” I said, smiling. “If this is punishment, then I welcome an eternity of suffering.”
Smooth like freaking butter! Argh marry me!!
“You’re no monster.” He gripped my hand and unraveled the rag from my fingers, lifting them toward his lips as if to kiss them.
Cant take this anymore!!! May this type of love and man hit me in the face!!
“My body belongs to you, Maevyth. It is yours.”
God save me
“You’re calling me mad now?” I asked with a smile. “I’m calling you mine.”
Boom im pregnant
“You are mine, moon witch. For all eternity and whatever lies beyond it. No soul has ever been more intricately woven into mine than yours.”
UNWELL!!!!
