Amanda

“I was drowning in this man. From the moment I met him, I had been kicking against the current and holding my breath, struggling to get back to the safe, familiar surface—but every look, every touch, dragged me deeper still. I felt the burning of it in my lungs, as real and visceral as if I were plunging into the Sacred Sea itself. And maybe it made me weak, or a traitor, or a fool, but gods did I want to close my eyes and sink forever.”
― Penn Cole, Glow of the Everflame

“His thumb raked across my lower lip. “I want every breath, every laugh, every tear. Every taste of your mouth, every inch of your skin. I want to kneel at your feet, soaked in the blood of your enemies, then worship your body until you scream my name.” His hands slid to my hips and tugged me closer. “Yes, Diem, I want to serve you—in every way a man can.” I couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe.”
― Penn Cole, Glow of the Everflame

“I want every breath, every laugh, every tear. Every taste of your mouth, every inch of your skin.”
― Penn Cole, Glow of the Everflame

“For every spark that has lost its light and needs a little help remembering how to glow.”
― Penn Cole, Glow of the Everflame