Eléonore

“Just kissing?" Jace's tone mocked her with its false hurt. "How swiftly you dismiss our love”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

“His dreamscape sent a tongue of fire across my flowers.”
― Samantha Shannon, The Mime Order

“Todo su cuerpo se estremeció, de la forma en que siempre lo hacía cuando la besaba. Nunca se aburría, cansaba, o se acostumbraba a ello, no más de lo que imaginaba que alguien se cansaría de una hermosa puesta de sol, música perfecta, o su libro favorito en el mundo.”
― Cassandra Clare, Lady Midnight

“Kiss me,” she pleaded, and he did, hot languorous slow kisses that sped up as his heartbeat did, as the movement of their bodies quickened against each other. Each kiss was different, each rising higher and higher like a spark as a fire grew: quick soft kisses that told her he loved her, long slow worshipful kisses that said that he trusted her, playful light kisses that said that he still had hope, adoring kisses that said he had faith in her as he did in no one else. Clary abandoned herself to the kisses, the language of them, the wordless speech that passed between the two of them.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Heavenly Fire