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“Michael holds my face, kissing my cheek, jaw, and neck. “Do you trust me?” he asks. I… I nod. “Then why would you ever think the idea of children with any other woman wouldn’t make me sick?” he whispers, and I can hear the pain in his voice. “We will have kids. If you want them. But I will never not have you.” He shakes me. “Do you understand?” A sob lodges in my throat. “Do you understand?” he growls again. “A world where there is no us can’t happen.”

Michael CristErika Fane
Book:Conclave
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“I would’ve kept my word,” he goes on. “Just kissing you and holding you, and that would’ve been enough then, because just the feel of you drove me out of my mind.” His breath is hot on my skin, and I hear the desire in his voice. “l would’ve sat you down on the counter in my parents’ dark kitchen that night, standing between your legs as I ate you up, because at any moment we could’ve been caught, and I wanted to get us into trouble. I wanted them to try to keep me from you the way they always did, only this time I wouldn’t have listened.”

Michael CristErika Fane
Book:Conclave
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“Are you staring at me?” I whispered. “Yes.” My breathing got shallower, and I adjusted my hand in his, not sure if it was his sweat or mine I was feeling. “Why?” I asked. He hesitated a moment before answering. “You surprised me,” he said quietly. “Do you use the word ‘fucking’ a lot?” My shoulders started to drop. Was I too crude? “No,” I admitted, looking away. “I—” “It sounds good on you, Rika,” he cut me off, putting me at ease. “Use it more often.”

Michael Crist
Book:Corrupt
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“Hey,” she giggled, and I could hear her friends’ chatter in the background. “I’m not drinking. I might do some kissing. And I’m raising a little hell. Proud of me?” “Go to the theater,” I blurted out. “Now. It’s an emergency. Stay there until I come and get you.” There was silence, and I half-expected to be questioned, but she didn’t fight. I heard her swallow. “Okay,” she replied quietly. “I’ll text when I’m there.” “Love you,” I said. “Love you too.”

Michael CristAthos Fane
Book:Fire Night
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