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“You walk into a room, and I can’t look away. I get anywhere near you, and this is what happens. Instantly hard. Fucking hell, I can barely think when you’re around.”
“Fuck me, this hair,” he says, then hovers his mouth over mine. “And this mouth. All I ever want to do is kiss you, even when you piss me off.”
He’s the worst kind of addiction, dangerous and impossible to sate.
“If I get my hands on you, really, honestly get my hands on you, I don’t know if I’ll be able to stop.”
He would. I know it in my soul. That’s why I trust him with my body. My heart? It isn’t playing into this decision.
“Stop being so fucking honorable and fu...
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His eyes flare, and then he kisses me like I’m the air he’s been missing, like his life depends on it...
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“I bet you taste just as good as you feel.”
“It might damn us both, but I can’t wait to feel you come around my cock.”
“Look at you. You’re fucking beautiful, Violet. Let go for me.”
“I’m fine. You won’t break me.”
“You’re going to be the death of me, Violet.”
“You feel so fucking good.”
“Fuck, I’m never going to get enough of you, am I?”
both know this is a bad idea.”
“Then it’s our bad idea.”
“I just don’t trust my temper if anyone says—” I brush a kiss over his mouth, silencing him. “I know what you’re saying. It’s…sweet.”
“Don’t fall for me.”
“The first time you kissed me.”
July first, the anniversary of the Battle of Aretia, is hereby proclaimed Reunification Day and will be celebrated throughout Navarre on this date every year to honor the lives lost during the war to save our kingdom from separatists and those saved by the Treaty of Aretia.
My Violet, By the time you find this, you’ll most likely be in the Scribe Quadrant. Remember that folklore is passed from one generation to the next to teach us about our past. If we lose it, we lose the links to our past. It only takes one desperate generation to change history—even erase it.
Some of the fables tell stories of the first riders who learned to bond with dragons and how those bonds could turn on the rider if they tried to consume too much power. Others talk of a great evil that spread across the land as man became corrupted by dark magic and turned into creatures known as venin who created flocks of winged creatures called wyvern and scourged the land of all magic in the thirst for more power. Another talks about the dangers of wielding power from the ground instead of the skies, as one could easily start drawing magic from the earth and eventually be driven mad.
“You don’t get to dictate how I feel. You might give the orders out there, but not in here. You don’t get to tell me we can fuck but I can’t fall for you. That’s not fair. You can only respect what I choose to do. So we’re not doing this again until I want to risk my heart. And if I fall, then that’s my problem, not yours. You’re not responsible for my choices.”
“If you’d just man up and admit there’s something between us, I would strip down to my skin so you could see every single inch of me. And once I had you begging, I’d drop down to my knees, undo those flight leathers you’re wearing, and wrap my lips around—”
