Miller Deanna

“His thumbs stroke over the soft skin under my ears, and his gaze drops before he suddenly lets go and retreats a full step. 'Damn it. Touching you was a bad idea.'

'The worst.' I agree, but my tongue skims my lower lip.

He groans and my core melts at the sound. 'Kissing you would be a cataclysmic mistake.'

'Calamitous.' What would it take to hear that groan again?

The inches between us feel like kindling, ready to burn at the first suggestion of hear, and I'm a living, breathing flame. This is everything I should run from, and yet denying the primal attraction I feel is completely, utterly impossible.

'We'll both regret it.' He shakes his head, but there's more than hunger in his eyes as he stares at my lips.

'Naturally,' I whisper. But knowing I'll regret it doesn't stop me from wanting it- wanting him. Regretting is a problem for future Violet.

'Fuck it.'

One second he's out of reach and the next his mouth is on mine, hot and insistent.

Gods, yes. This is exactly what I need.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“Tell him if he harms you, I'll scorch the ground where he stands.'

'Oh, for fuck's sake, Tairn.' I roll my eyes and walk to Dain, whose jaw is locked, but his eyes are wide with apprehension.

'Tell him, or I'll take it up with Cath.'

'Tairn says if you harm me, he'll burn you,' I say as dragons to the left and right launch skyward without their riders, headed back to the Vale. But not Tairn. Nope, he's still standing behind me like an overprotective dad.

'I'm not going to harm you, ' Dain snaps.

'Word for word, Silver One.'

I blow a breath out slowly. 'Sorry, he actually said, if you harm me, he'll scorch the ground where you stand.' I turn and look over my shoulder. 'Better?'

Tairn blinks.

Dain keeps his eyes on me, but I see it there, the swirling anger Tairn warned me about. 'I would rather die than harm you, and you know it.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“You want me the same way that I want you. Wholly. Completely. With nothing but skin between us. Heart, mind, and body.” He brushes his mouth against mine, stuttering my breath. “All I want is to lose myself in you, and I can’t. You are the only person in the world with the power to strip me of every ounce of my control, and the only person I can’t fathom losing that control with.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Onyx Storm

“Oh gods.'

'Which one are you calling out for?' he asks against my flesh. 'Because it's just you and me in this room, Vi, and I don't share.'

'You.' My fingers tangle in his hair. 'I'm calling out for you.'

'I appreciate the elevation to deity, but my name will do.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing