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“Sometimes I just wish my mate would grab me by the neck and hold me down as he fucked me raw.”

"You...you love me?"
"You doubt this?" I put her hand over my heart dramatically. "I have loved you since the moment I first saw you. You looked at me as if you could not tell if you wished to scowl at me or smile at me...and you smiled." I grin. "But it was a smile that promised you would gut me if I crossed you. That was when I knew my heart was no longer mine."

"I lost my heart to you the first time I saw you,' Cashol admits to me. "You did not learn my name for many nights after that, but it did not matter. You have always held it in your hands.'”

I'm starting to see why everyone around here is so thrilled for resonance. It's more than just a place to stay.
His dick is a damn sex toy and he feels morally obligated to lick pussy. This may be an ice planet, but it might also be a little slice of heaven.

I push his thighs apart, even though I
really want to slide lower and stare at his feet for a few minutes. I... might have a thing for men's feet.
Big, long, muscular feet just fascinate me, and Cashol has the biggest feet I've ever seen, and the most perfectly formed. No, I tell myself. Save the kooky foot stuff for later, when he's less virginal. I need to break him in easy.

"Would you like to go hunting with me tomor-row?" Cashol asks, his fingertip gliding over one of my brows. "I am not sure if it is resonance or something else, but I do not like the thought of being apart from you, even for an afternoon.”

"If you don't want to be with me, together with me, I can understand," he said, and she felt her knees wobble. "But, Gwen, please make music with me. I need you in my life. I need to be in your orbit in some way, and if you don't want me to touch you and kiss you and fuck you, then let me make love to you onstage every night because it's the most alive I've felt in ten years.”

"I need to concentrate on the concert. I won't have time—"
"On Saturday night, then, after the concert."
"I'll be...with friends, and-"
"Are you seeing someone?" His eyes dragged over her face. "I never...I didn't ask before."
"Look, I don't know what you want from me, but-“
"Anything." Black eyes looked down on her, and he took a shaking breath. "Everything."

I hated her for leaving, and I loved her for staying as long as she could.
And I would never wish this pain on anyone

“-I hate new things. I like repetition. New things are scary.
-They don’t have to be- he says.
-How are they not? - I ask.
-Because some of my favorite things I haven’t even done yet.”

"I love you. I fought loving you, but it was as inevitable as the sun rising every day. For you are my equal in nearly every way and my superior in all the rest." I make a humming noise. "You say such pretty words."

"You. You make me forget all my rules and reasons for everything. You make me want to believe it's possible not to be alone forever. You make me want to claim the whole world and gift it to you on a silver platter. You are unlike anyone I've ever known. And gods, but I love your mouth.
The way it smiles. The words that come out of it. How it feels against mine. Just looking at your lips makes my mouth water."

"That's why love stories about enemies turned to lovers are so popular," Tekla says.
"It's the level of feeling. That intensity. It's so dynamic."

“And that level of hate inherently comes with a level of respect. You're recognizing that they're an actual threat. That they compare to you."
Tekla nods vehemently. "And when that level of hatred comes with that level of respect, it's all too easy for that passion to turn from one form to another."

Alessandra stands. "Kallias."
"Yes, dearest?"
"I would like to dance."
"Then let's dance."

"But I want to marry you knowing that you choose it too," he said. "That it is your choice. Because you already know my choice and it has been you." A warmth was building in my chest.
"Rei kassiri," he whispered. My love. "I want to give you those sacred vows, untouched and pure."

"Believe me when I say that my fidelity to you is the last thing you need to worry about, rei Morakkari," he said. "That is one vow to you I have not and will not ever break."

"I made the biggest mistake of my life right here," he repeated, "but I will spend the rest of our lives together proving to you that I am worthy of your love, Maeva."

"Because it never felt right with them," I admitted. "I never felt right after I left, Maeva."
Her expression went stricken.
"After you..nothing felt right," I confessed.

She wanted to know where she would sleep?
Beside me. Where she belongs, I thought.
Gesturing to my furs, I rasped, "This is where you will sleep, sefft."
She blinked again, though her gaze seemed a little unfocused.
"What?" she asked quietly, as if she hadn't heard me.
"With me," I rumbled, drawing closer.
"What?" she asked, jerking in surprise, her voice rising. "Kiran—"

"I love you. The world does not exist for me beyond you." Leaning down, he rests his forehead against mine.
"I love you, too." I grasp his waist and force a smile. "Do me a favor and don't die. I don't want to live without you." There are so many of them and so few of us.
"We don't die today. Even Malek himself couldn't keep me from you."

"I love you," I whisper. "You could throw my entire world into upheaval, and I would still love you. You could keep secrets, run a revolution, frustrate the shit out of me, probably ruin me, and I would still love you. I can't make it stop. I don't want to.
You're my gravity. Nothing in my world works without you."

"You're capable of hurting me in ways I'm not sure you've even begun to fathom, Violet. I might be skilled enough to land a death blow, but you alone have the power to fucking destroy me."

"I could torch him if you would like," Tairn offers. "But you do seem attached."

Andarna cursed Tairn's entire family line, then blocked us both and went to practice with the elders.
Tain's only response had been a muttered expletive about the moods of adolescents.
It doesn't escape my notice that Sgaeyl stands between Teine and Fann, not next to Tairn, which either explains or is a result of his surly mood this morning.
Mom and Dad are fighting, and everyone knows it.

"I chose you, and dragons make no mistakes."

"Oh! And one more thing." I lower my voice just slightly, well aware of every head within our squad that turns our direction.
"What?" she snaps.
"That trick you mentioned? You know, with the fingers?" A slow smile spreads across my face. "Thanks.'

"I love you. She will never sit in this seat. She will never wear a Tyrrish crown. She's never had me on my knees in front of her." His mouth curves into a wicked grin that makes me instantly ready for it to be tonight. "And I've also never fucked her with my tongue."

I need to fuck her, to flip her over the arm of this throne and drive into her, but I can't. I need her nail marks in the wood, need her cries filling this whole fucking house, need her knowing what I can be for her anything and everything she needs. She's heaven in my mouth. Flawless. Mine. And she's almost there.
Gods, yes, her legs are shaking, her walls are fluttering around my tongue. I love her so fucking much

"My house. My chair. My woman." He punctuates each claim with a flick of his thumb, popping button by button free. Need floods my body, flushes my skin with an addictive rush.
He grips my hips with both hands and yanks me to the edge of the chair, then cups the back of my neck and pulls me into a devastating kiss. My lips part, and the second he licks into my mouth, his tongue stroking mine, my core fucking melts.