“His thumbs stroke over the soft skin under my ears, and his gaze drops before he suddenly lets go and retreats a full step. 'Damn it. Touching you was a bad idea.'
'The worst.' I agree, but my tongue skims my lower lip.
He groans and my core melts at the sound. 'Kissing you would be a cataclysmic mistake.'
'Calamitous.' What would it take to hear that groan again?
The inches between us feel like kindling, ready to burn at the first suggestion of hear, and I'm a living, breathing flame. This is everything I should run from, and yet denying the primal attraction I feel is completely, utterly impossible.
'We'll both regret it.' He shakes his head, but there's more than hunger in his eyes as he stares at my lips.
'Naturally,' I whisper. But knowing I'll regret it doesn't stop me from wanting it- wanting him. Regretting is a problem for future Violet.
'Fuck it.'
One second he's out of reach and the next his mouth is on mine, hot and insistent.
Gods, yes. This is exactly what I need.”
―
Rebecca Yarros,
Fourth Wing
