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A punch of erotic adrenaline took the breath right out of him …

As you wish, sweetheart.

Don’t settle, Genevieve. Don’t let strangers grope you on dance floors. Don’t allow college boys to fondle you in doorways. Don’t waver in uncertainty about your own desires....Know what you want. Endeavor to seize it, and keep it when you do.

Don’t start using ‘sister’ now to try and make me behave.” “Am I going to need to make you behave?

Feeling your body beneath me was the closest to heaven that I shall ever come.” He spoke not in a whisper but on an intimate level, his voice rolling like the caress of dark velvet. “Your skin, your mouth, your body, your sweet, sweet moans, and your blood… I want them all. I want quite a bit more, actually. So you best prepare yourself, my lady. Since I’m already damned, I aim to have all of you. I want to see that look of ecstasy on your face over and over again when I’m buried deep inside you and you’re screaming my name.

Funny thing about fear. When you cling to it, the fear grows exponentially, a monster morphing into a suffocating mass. But when you face it head-on, conquering the beast before it swallows you whole, you find there was nothing there to fear at all. The chains break, and the whole world feels lighter than ever before.

God, Kieren. Is there anything you’re not good at?” The huskiness in his laugh promised me he was good at everything.

He fitted his mask in place – a smiling red fiend with black horns extending upward. I cocked a brow. “The devil?” With a rakish grin, he stepped closer. “Always, baby.

He gripped my arms from behind, steadying me, his body a wall of tantalizing heat.” “Don’t worry. I won’t let you fall.” “Funny, because he just did.

He was too big, too dark, too strong, too seductive… simply too much for her to resist.

He whispered in one long breath, “I have wanted you from the moment you first walked into my bedchamber, bringing me a bowl of broth from the kitchen. I have wanted you every second of every day and every long, long suffering night. It cut me to the bone so deep that I couldn’t control myself. I couldn’t keep away from you, not even in my dreams.

His jaw clenched tight. “I could not resist you last night if the world itself was on fire.

Humans were made for love and beauty; their vulnerability was what made them feel on the deepest level and what could also crush their will to live.

I am not afraid of death.” He pressed a kiss into her palm, the slow, sensual act weakening her knees. “I am afraid of losing you.

I couldn’t explain it if I tried. Why the dominant animal that lived inside me needed her near me, within my protection, like I needed air in my lungs. It was older than time, this savage compulsion. If I’d been a true dragon like my ancestors, and not half human, I would’ve already tucked her beneath me, spread my wings in a show of dominance, and melted them with a breath of fire. But Morgons were more civilized, so I pretended I didn’t want to maim them for looking too appreciatively at Liana, keeping her close to my side.

I have the compelling need to press my lips to yours. To see if they taste as sweet as they look. I don’t want to, and yet” – he brushed the pad of his thumb along my lower lips, then the top – “I’ve never kissed a human woman.” My breath came shallow and quick. “I’ve never kissed a Morgon man.

I know all the tells a woman makes when she wants me. The furtive glance. The parted mouth. The rapid heartbeat. The light sheen of sweat on her skin…

I let myself feel everything. Just this once, I wanted it all. I let him push our passion to the cliff, let my body synchronize to his in perfect harmony. Just this once, I let more than my body fall over the edge. With him.

I love that sound,” he said against her lips, sucking her bottom lip. “I love it when you make me make that sound.

I miss the stars the most. They give off their light, completely unaware or heedless of the life and death taking place beneath them. It doesn’t matter to them whether the angels win this war. Or the demons. Whether the whole world burns. In the end, they’ll still be there. Constant and true.

I want to stay inside you for eternity,” he whispered.

I want to tear these clothes off of you and taste every inch of your skin. I want to lick you between your thighs till you slide away into oblivion. I want to drive my cock inside you and mark you so deep that you know you are mine. I want to make you come so hard that you beg me to do it again. And again. And again.

I want you so much, I feel like if I don’t make you mine soon, then some part of me will break away and disappear into the unknown. Then another will break away and another, until there’s nothing left of me at all but a hollow void. A shell of a man.

I want you, too, Liana.” A feather-light kiss, lingering and warm beneath my ear. “I need you… like the sun needs the sky.” A hotter kiss down the slope of my neck, while he kept my hands and my body locked in place against the railing. “Like the stars need the night.” He removed his mouth from my skin, sliding his hands up my arms, and then backed his body away from mine, holding me at the waist. “Like a dragon needs flight.

I was doomed. Fated to follow her and this quest till the end. Even if it led me to the darkest pit of hell. I heaved a deep sigh. Maybe the darkest pit in hell was worth it.

I was torn apart. But you, my knight, you found all the pieces and put me back together.

Maybe you are a goddess. A witch more like.” “Witches aren’t real.” “No? Then why do I feel like I’m under a spell, as if something is gripping me, and I’m helpless to free myself.

My beast recognized her as his, wanted her now, yesterday, tomorrow. And always, Yes, the dragon knew, but the man refused to accept it. Like I had any choice. Fate gave her to me. A human. The daughter of the enemy.

Never stray from your own kind, Jessen,” my mother would say, “or you could end up like Princess Morga, a slave and outcast to be abhorred.” The problem was, I’d never been a very obedient daughter. Never the one to do exactly as I was told. And fairy tales have no meaning when the stars align and Fortune spins her wheel, weaving her own story for your heart.

Now, I was a planet tilted off its axis. A brighter sun had appeared in my system, pulling me away from the world I knew before. All else paled in comparison to the magnificent Morgon man standing before me.

She opened her mouth and let him feed her. He slipped in his index finger with melted chocolate on the tip and she sucked it clean as he pulled his finger free and away from her mouth. The chocolate was decadent, but the man who fed her was pure intoxication.

Tell me… tell me you’re mine.

There are few things in this world that truly make us content. There’s a difference between happy and content, did ya know?" I shook my head, having never given the idea much thought. "Happy is what you are when you buy yourself a new hat, when you look on something grand for the first time, when a lad surprises his girl with roses. But content is different entirely. A content person feels that all is right with the world even when tragedy strikes, even when loss weighs the spirit down. They’re still at ease within themselves no matter what calamity breaks their heart. Do you see? " I did. I nodded, though I wasn’t quite sure where all this was going. "Just so, a person can be depressed or sad. The depressed person feels the blow of some misfortune---loss of a job, a pet dies, a car accident. With time depression goes away. But the sad one..." He shakes his head leveling his gaze on me. "The sad one allows misfortune to darken the spirit, to smother any hope left inside. The sad one doesn’t live long." "What do you mean? You can’t die from sadness." "Even if the body’s breathin’, that don’t mean you’re livin’, lass.

There is no place far enough that you can run. If a doe flees into the forest as far as her legs will carry her, does not the wolf simply follow?

There is nothing else. No one else,” he grated low and deep. “There is only us.

Violate me?” He laughed, a black lock of hair falling in front of one eye. “That sounds delightful.

When he lifted a hand toward my face, I couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe, wanting his touch in that moment more than I’d wanted anything.

When he was rough, my body soared. When he was gentle, he slayed me.

You know, I once had a little boy in Hiddleston come up to me and ask if I conjured up the hartsstone.” “What did you tell him?” he asked. She spoke in her scratchy, witchy voice, “Why of course I do. Every full moon, my boy. And the wolves howl. And the fairies rise from their bowers, then we dance in a round, breathing in the powerful magic of the hartstone.

You say the naughtiest things for a duke.” He arched a brow. “How many dukes have you known?” She glanced up as if trying to remember. “None but you.

You undo me, woman,” he breathed. “You make me whole,” she whispered.

You want to be possessed, but not controlled. You want to be protected, but not smothered. You want to be dominated, but only in one way.