This Fearless Girl (Saint Clary's University, #2)

by E.M. Moore

I’ve known I was going to marry you since I was seven.” “You didn’t even know me.” “My heart did. It recognized you. It could pluck you out of a sea of people. It could anchor around you and pull you to me time and time again.

Power rushes through me. That kind of sex isn’t degrading, it’s fucking hot. To know that I have that much power over him—that I could make him want me so bad that he can’t even control himself—is addicting.

“Does that scare you?” “Everything scares me.” “Good,” he muses. “That’s how you know you’re living.”