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"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.