michelle

“¨Kiss me again,¨ he says, drunk and foolish. ¨Kiss me until I am sick of it.¨ I feel those words, feel them like a kick to the stomach. He sees my expression and laughs, a sound of full mockery. I cant tell which of us he´s laughing at. ¨He hates you. Even if he wants you, he hates you. Maybe he hates you the more for it.¨”
― Holly Black, The Wicked King

“I can feel the moment he gives in and gives up, pulling me to him despite the threat of the knife. He kisses me hard, with a kind of devouring desperation, fingers digging into my hair. Our mouths slide together, teeth over lips over tongues. Desire hits me like a kick to the stomach. Its like fighting, except what we´re for is to crawl inside each other´s skin.
page 309”
― Holly Black, The Cruel Prince

“¨Tell me again what you said at the revel,¨ he says, climbing over me,his body against mine. ¨What?¨ I can barely think. ¨That you hate me,¨ he says, his voice hoarse.¨Tell me that you hate me.¨ ¨I hate you,¨ I say, the words coming out like a caress. I say it again, over and over. A litany. An enchantment. A ward against what i really feel. ¨I hate you. I hate you. I hate you.¨He kisses me harder. ¨I hate you,¨ I breathe into his mouth. ¨I hate you so much that sometimes I cant think of anything else.¨ At that, he makes a harsh, low sound. One of his hands slides over my stomach, tracing the shape of my skin. He kisses me again, and its like falling off a cliff. Like a mountain slide, building momentum with ever touch, until there is only crashing destruction ahead. I have never felt anything like this. He begins to unbutton my doublet, and i try not to freeze, try not to show my inexperience. I dont want him to stop.
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― Holly Black, The Wicked King

“He leans in and closes his eyes. ¨Most of all, i hate you because i think of you. Often. Its disgusting, and I cant stop.¨ I am Shocked into silence.”
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― Holly Black, The Cruel Prince