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“You think she survived because she was lucky? No. She survived because something in her refused to die. I have watched kingdoms burn and men beg for mercy, but the woman who has been betrayed, abandoned, underestimated, and still stands? She is more terrifying than any god. Persephone did not rise because the world was kind to her. She rose because it wasn’t — and she decided it would not swallow her whole. If you are still breathing after what tried to break you, understand this: you are not fragile. You are restrained power. And restrained power is far more dangerous than chaos.”

“She reached up with a trembling hand and touched his brow now, rubbing that crease. “You’re really here,” she murmured. “Yes, baby.” He wrapped his hand around hers at his temple and brought her fingers to his lips, kissing them. “You bought me.” She was pretty sure she’d confirmed that fact with him a dozen times already, but he didn’t seem annoyed. “I rescued you the only way I could, Gianna.” His patience was unwavering.”

“Hello, priest," Lord Lucian said, his voice low and velvety, yet laced with an undercurrent of menace. "How about saying hello to God for me?” Father Michael swallowed hard. “I—I’ll pray…” The congregation’s collective breath hung in the silence. Lucian’s smile was a thing of winter—beautiful, cold, and merciless. “That’s the thing, Father. I’ve studied Him for centuries without breath, and I’ve noticed something.” From-When Darkness Loves:Shadows Bleed.”

“Julia schloss die Augen unter der berauschenden Empfindung, die sie durchströmte, und merkte, wie sie mit ungeheurer Intensität ein allumfassendes Gefühl überkam, das so neu und überwältigend war, dass sie es nicht einmal hätte benennen können. Es war Erregung und Lust, Ruhe und Erleichterung, Zusammengehörigkeit und Erhöhung, Erlösung und Glück, alles auf einmal. Es war Liebe.”

“The scar rippled from the top of her bikini line down to her thigh. Where normal girls had hair, Ava had a quilt of mangled skin that required tweezers to de-fur. For ten months she tried joking about it (“Turns out sharks really CAN smell menstrual blood a mile away!”). She tried fixing it with a myriad of steroid injections and silicon gels. She even tried ignoring it. Her last hope was to confront it.”

“New sounds rustled through her anti-depressant haze; a gentle reverberation from the heart of the home... another creek... another thunk... rapid clicking like the wings of a broken cricket. Then, raindrops on metal... the escalating blare of a car horn... the scream of wet tires and the clink clink clink of showering glass.”

“Why didn't you come to me last night?” she whispered. The question took him by surprise and he wasn't prepared to provide her with an answer while he was caught by the sapphire of her eyes. She lifted a finger to his face, and every muscle in him relaxed as she traced it over his cheek. It was as though his body was reminded of when she had healed him—that perfect moment when her eyes came back to him and after he had shared the memory of his weakest moment. “It's not enough,” she mumbled. “The time that you spend with me isn't enough, Malloron. I feel…” Her palm pressed against his cheek and Malloron didn't need to wait for her to continue, he could feel it in the bond. He simply drew her into his arms. The moment their bodies touched, the bond trembled inside his chest, stirring deep within him, a strange hope blooming. He pulled her against him and began to purr for her, his deep satisfaction of touching and holding her saturating every single vibration that rocked through his chest.”

“My obsession with Mrs. Thompson turns a shade darker each day. She’s my Lucy. My little brute. She is perfect. I must be scaring her. Oh, hell, she must be absolutely terrified by this point. That thought makes me damned jubilant. She needs to be scared. Because I? I am not a good man. Far from it. 337 days left of my sentence. I am counting the days until the fun can really begin…”

“Moving my hand from his throat to his hair, I grasp the dark brown strands with an unrelenting tug and move my clit over his mouth, using his face as my seat. I start riding him, grinding my pussy over his lips. He sticks out his tongue for me to use and use it, I do. It feels almost barbaric. I’m fucking his face. But it’s invigorating, and it’s not something he hasn’t done to me before. “Making me say ‘please’,” I mutter, growling. “Making me beg for it. You bloody man. I’ll make you beg for air. I’ll make you beg me to let you breathe. How about that, fucker.”

“I stick out my tongue and lick a long path over her throat before I reach her mouth. “You’re a stubborn little thing. Do you realize that only makes me crave you more?” I plant a light kiss on her mouth. “I can’t wait to break you, Lucille.” She spits into my face, a deadly storm in her eyes as she stares at me, her saliva landing right above my lip. I run my tongue over it to scoop it up, then swallow it and grin. “What was your endgame with that, sweetheart?”