Marissa

“He sighed contentedly. “How are you feeling, my dear?”

“I feel like punching you for calling me ‘my dear’ mostly.” I poked his bare stomach.

Smiling, he crawled to sit over me. “Fine then. My darling? My pet? My love?”

“Any of those would work, so long as you’ve reserved it solely for me,” I said, my hands mindlessly wandering his chest, his arms. “What am I supposed to call you?”

“Your Royal Husbandness. It’s required by law, I’m afraid.”
― Kiera Cass, The One

“Fine," I said. "But I'm telling you, this won't work." With an impish grin on his face, he came very close and gave me a long, slow kiss. "And I'm telling you it will.”
― Kiera Cass, The One

“I loved him.
I couldn't pinpoint what made me so certain, but I knew it then, as surely as I knew my name or the color of the sky or any fact written in a book.
Could he feel it, too?
Maxon broke the kiss and looked at me. "You're so pretty when you are a mess."
I laughed nervously. "Thank you. For that and for the rain and for not giving up."
He ran his fingers along my cheek and nose and chin. "You're worth it. I don't think that you get that. You're worth it to me.”
― Kiera Cass, The One

“Rome only exists because of slaves. That’s how it functions. We are its muscles, its brains, and most of all its secrets.”
― Lesley Livingston, The Valiant