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“I am his, now and forever, no matter what comes next. No matter how much others may try to drive us apart or discourage our union, no matter how much I may grow to hate him because of these intense feelings he’s stirring in me. No matter what he’s done… This man, this demon, this creature of Hell… he is my end.”

“Nothing incites and feeds a passion better than a mutual resistance to attraction. And the longer that resistance plays out and the more insistent the denial, the more powerful that passion becomes. Until eventually, it can no longer be contained and the resistance, no matter how strong, falters, and that passion is finally released and, well, when it's released like that after being held in for so long...it makes for some seriously hot sex.”

“I believe there are many different ways for a soul mate to manifest in our lives. “Sometimes they are a lover. Sometimes they are a friend. Sometimes they even first appear as an enemy. Sometimes they can move through all three of those relationships at different times in our lives. I actually believe we all have many soul mates out there in the world, and that we may not find all of them in this current life.”

“Do it,” Don Marco snapped again. “Take her now. She won’t be able to put up any struggle, and as soon as you do, we can deal with the marriage paperwork. She never has to leave this room until we’re ready to send her to the whorehouse where she belongs.” Excerpt From: Raven Blaire. “Unclaimed Princess And 4 Mafia Gods: An Age-Gap Enemies to Lovers Reverse Harem Romance.” Apple Books.”

“Tonight, she went prowling at two of the local clubs. She intrigued him. It was the feline way she moved, fluid and graceful, a lioness, in a slinky black dress. She disappeared in the shadows, seen when she wanted to be, invisible when she wished. He knew the moment she detected him, by the subtle shift of her eyes, the slight turn of her head. The lioness caught the scent of the lion, and at 11:30 pm, she led him back to her den. The meeting did not go as planned, then again, lions are not tame. —Reuben ben Judah and Kayah ben Samuel”

“Ma chissà se qualcuno conosce anche il suo vero sorriso, se ha notato come la sua voce diviene calda e ammaliante quando racconta qualcosa di sé, se sa che chiude gli occhi per un istante quando un pensiero che lo fa soffrire gli attraversa la mente e che quando li riapre finge che non sia esistito. Se sa che quando vede un film che gli piace non emette parola, che quando finisce tutta la birra nel bicchiere si lecca le labbra e che il suo sguardo sa essere così intenso da farmi credere che riesca a leggermi l’anima.”

“Claire tilted her head back, giving Luca her best fake smile. “Ortiz, I don’t think those basic dance lessons have sunk in. I’m the follower, remember? That’s not in my job description.” “Call it common courtesy then.” Luca’s grip around her waist tightened slightly, and Claire belatedly realized she was still pressed against his chest, one hand resting on the bare V of smooth skin. “Just as I kept you from falling, you could be more aware of your surroundings and not crash into people.” “Well—” Claire opened her mouth to voice a pithy retort, but nothing came out. “And while we’re on the subject of courtesy,” Luca’s dark eyes mocked her. “People usually say ‘thank you’ when someone does them a favor.”

“Thomas moves even closer until their faces were less than an inch apart, their breath mixed and harsh. He sees Taylor’s eyes move to his lips. Thomas’s breath hitches. He couldn’t resist darting his eyes lower as well to look at Taylor’s pink full lips. Taylor licks them, then parts them slightly. Almost like he was begging to be kissed. “Fuck it” Thomas says before leaning to crush their mouths together.”

“What do you want?” I snarl at her. “Glory for my father, an end to the war, and food for our people.” My eyes betray me, searching Rose out, tracing the dirt smeared across her cheek… “You’re saying the right words…” Prae whispers. “I mean them.” I force my eyes away from Rose. “This is just some fairy magic trick, like you said.” There’s no other reason for her to haunt my thoughts like this. “It isn’t.”

“It was Draven. He’d come up behind me. I jumped for a second time that morning, unable to help myself, then glared up at him. “How did you even do that?” “I have the ears of an exmoor and the tread of a fenrir,” he said with a smirk. “I’d say comparing yourself to wild animals was fitting, except the exmoor seems highly intelligent,” I muttered.”

“I let my eyelids fall closed. In my mind, Draven’s voice rang out over and over, shouting my name. His voice was more powerful than the sea. More primordial than the stars. My name was on his lips as he promised unspeakable darkness to any who came between us.”

“How pitiful,” Ariadne says, her eyes filled with resentment, “To be infatuated with someone who bests you at every turn. Feel free to continue dreaming of me as you have, because that is the only way you could have me. I shall be the superior witch at this school and win Morgan’s pendant, as is my right. The victory will only be sweeter knowing how much you want me while I do it.”

“You're staring at my boobs." Her tone is wry but somehow not insulted. "I am aware." I should be sorry, but I'm not. "I'm staring at your peachy butt, too, if we're being totally honest here." "Macon." I glance up at her. "Your body is fucking luscious, Delilah. Bitable in the best way possible. A juicy peach, a sweet apple covered in caramel. Do you know how much I'd kill for a caramel apple right now, Tot? And me stuck on this hell diet. It's a torment, I say." "I don't think this is very professional," she says weakly. "I should hope not." God, I love teasing her. Her whole body lights up when I do it. Foreplay. Does she realize that's what we're doing? "I was just thinking---" "What did I say about you thinking?" she warns. "They don't look like bananas now, Tot." "Oh my God, you're terrible." But she's grinning now. Fighting damn hard not to show it, but definitely grinning. "More like peaches. Ripe, juicy peaches." She sways in my direction before catching herself doing it and shifting her weight. "You called my butt peachy." A dry complaint. "My boobs can't be peaches too." Maybe I have a thing for peaches." Somehow, we're only a foot apart, the space between us humming with something. It licks over my tender skin, tickles the back of my neck. Take it slow, Saint. She's skittish. Back off. My body resents this greatly and strains toward her warmth. Her voice is a thread, drawn tight. "You're still staring." "Paying proper respect," I amend quietly. "You don't ignore a body like yours. It would be rude." "Pretty sure you have that backward." She's breathless now, her glorious breasts rising and falling with agitation. I lean down, take in the warmth of her scent. "Come on, Tot. I've grown up, seen the error of my ways. Give me your bountiful banana pie." Again she sways into my space, laughing softly. "Pervert. You're not getting any pie from me." I hum, heat and need making my head swim. "But I have this craving." She's whispering now. "Disappointment can be character building." "I'll need my strength for that. How about peach pie?" Kiss me, Delilah. Or let me kiss you. I'm not picky. The pulse at the base of her tanned neck visibly beats. The scent of her skin is like honey. "I thought you wanted banana cream," she says, a dazed look in her eyes. The tips of my fingers touch the collar of her shirt. "I don't think pie is what I want anymore.”