“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 Source: Conclave
“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 Source: Conclave
“No matter the money or the meetings or the mayor’s office, Michael,” I tell him, “I’ll always be perpetually twelve. Searching for Trevor’s older brother in every room I enter.” He never has to feel intimidated. Nothing is worth anything without him.” Michael CristErika Fane Book:Conclave Source: Conclave
“Mayor Fane?” he teased to Erika, I assumed. “Two idiots are drag racing around Thunder Bay. Can you call the station and tell all units to report to Delphi heading east?” he asked and then clarified. “Alllllll units.” I heard her voice on the other end. I couldn’t tell what she was saying, but it sounded like an angry ferret. “Don’t be a douche,” he said, picking at the cord of his hoodie. “What else do you do all day anyway?” More angry chatter. “Suck me,” he mumbled, and then she said something else, and then he said, “Yeah, your mom…” Damon TorranceErika Fane Book:Nightfall Source: Nightfall
“She pulled out a knife from somewhere and pressed the side of the blade into my neck. Jesus. She must be fun in bed. I grinned. “You won’t hurt me.” “And why not?” “Because we’re friends.” “You don’t know the meaning of the word!” she snapped. “You don’t care about me!” “I would kill for you,” I shot back, getting in her face.” Damon TorranceErika Fane Book:Kill Switch Source: Kill Switch