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Rory liked it. Kissing. I could tell. He cupped my jaw, fingertips pressing into my cheeks, making my lips pucker for him. He kissed me wetly, worshipfully, and I-I was gasping. I tried to put all my eager sounds back behind the wall of my teeth. But Rory seemed to know I was made tense, denying myself, denying him, because his focus drifted from my mouth to my jaw, as if to soften it with kisses.

I threw my leg over his hip, letting out a surprised noise of pleasure to feel the hardness of him. Rory seemed to remember himself then, his hands-the earthly plane he was tethered to.
And suddenly it became abundantly clear, for all the times I'd thrown him down, just how badly he wanted to return the favor.

He gave me thirty seconds. A heady half minute where I was certain I was the master of Rodrick Myndacious.

He said it intently. Like he was imploring every part of me to take heed. "You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, Sybil Delling."

“You are more special than you realize. I don't even know your name" -he drew in a breath-"and I would do anything for you."

"Do you want to know how it ends?"
"Does it end?"
He nodded. "It ends a handful of minutes from now. After you've won, and there is one less Omen in the world." He grinned. "It ends when you kiss me."
"You mean it ends after I've won, and there is one less Omen in the world-and I hit you as hard as I can."
"With your mouth."

I dreamed of a knight with gold in his ears and charcoal around his eyes, who did all the ignoble things I asked of him.

"The thing is—I think I'd do anything you asked of me."

"Id bet my oath your whole body is awake right now, aching and eager at the thought of putting me in my place."
I couldn't think. He was breathing against my mouth and I against his and the sound wasn't like any hunger I'd known.
"You want to throw me down," Rory said, eyelids dropping as he whispered into my parted lips. "And I, prideful, disdainful, godless, want to drag you into the dirt with me."

The knights whistled, chided, and Rory came forward, laughing. It was a heartening sound. Deep and scraping and rich. He was smiling-sickeningly handsome.

"Her care came with conditions. You bent yourself to fit them, and now... now you see yourself as this terrible burden. Like you're nothing if you're not the best, the most useful version of yourself."

Ravyn tripped, panting. "Need-to
stop."
The Nightmare kept going, pulling in rasping breaths. "Elspeth says if you do not get up, she'll never kiss you again."
"That's-not—what she-said."

Hazel-heat and life.
He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into his chest. When a sob finally cleaved itself from him, he wondered bitterly if it had been she who'd nearly died, or him.

They rolled, caged in each other's arms.
Elm pinned her to the ground and put a knee between her legs, guiding them open, whispering words of adoration into her mouth, words like warm and divine and I can't fucking breathe when you look at me, lone.

Tightness fisted Elm's chest. "I'd be your King, but always your servant. Never your keeper." He arched up, dragging his knuckles down her chin, making her lips part for him. "Think about it, Hawthorn."

"Show me your hand, Hawthorn," he said, his voice dangerously low.
Her fingers curled, not quite a fist, but enough to hide her palm. All Elm had to do was squeeze-apply the right pressure and her fingers would splay for him.
He didn't. If she was injured, it would
hurt like hell. And even if she wasn't—
"Please," he said, softer than before.
"Will you show me?"

“But his soul carried on, buried deep in Elspeth Spindle, the only woman Ravyn had ever loved.”

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"Can I kiss you?"
My voice shook. "A bit late to ask, isn't
it?"
"Not on your mouth, Elspeth." His eyes turned wicked as he lowered himself to his knees, kissing the inside of my leg, the tips of his teeth edging over my skin. With a sharp breath he pushed my thighs open, wide enough to accommodate his broad shoulders. "Here.”

The Nightmare swaddled my mind in darkness. “What's yours is mine when the shadows draw near. You asked for my help-and now I am here.
With your eyes I do see, with your ears I do hear. There's no going back—this is payment, my dear.”

"You broke a wrist," Ravyn said to his cousin. "You should at least be able to make me bleed."

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Tarda un rato en responder. Y entonces:
—Estoy bastante seguro de que tú me gustas.
Me devuelve la sonrisa. Levemente.
—Tú podrías hacerme pedazos, Bee.

Es una verdad universalmente aceptada que toda comunidad de mujeres que intenta ir a lo suyo ha de necesitar la opinión de un tipo cualquiera.

"Going to get all of me inside your wet cunt, are you? Good girl." He grazes the side of my neck and jawline with his teeth.
"How hard are you going to let me pump?"
Hard as you want.

Opening the door to find the most beautiful woman to ever grace this property-hell, the planet-staring up at me.

"I'm offering you my whole damned life, if you want it."

It's just that the dad has told me exactly how to make myself come on numerous occasions.

I touch his cheek, my fingers slipping a little. "We will get another life. A better one," I promise.
I lean into the sarcophagus, ignoring the way my body screams in protest, and press a kiss to his lips. They're still warm.
I pull away, my mouth lingering right above his. "I will find you again, my king. I am eternally yours."

“The gods made you for me and me for you."
I see him swallow, his expression growing serious.
"I love you," he breathes. "With every piece of me, I do. I know my magic has corrupted my heart, but I vow to all the gods, it remains true to you and you alone." I give him an adoring look, and with that, he leans down and kisses me, parting my lips with his own.

"My fierce little witch," he says fondly. "I could spend the rest of my life doing nothing but gazing upon your face. It would sustain me for all my days."