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“Oh, for the love of the Goddess.” Blake’s exasperated tone comes from behind me. He hooks an arm around my waist, and wrenches me against his chest. He brings his mouth to my ear as my breath catches in my throat. “I apologize for this, Aurora, darling.” He sinks his teeth into my shoulder.”
― Lauren Palphreyman, The Night Prince

“Come back to me.” A dimple punctures his cheek. “We can figure this out together.”
― Lauren Palphreyman, The Night Prince

“Quite right. Come to Daddy about things like this.” He winks.”
― Lauren Palphreyman, The Night Prince

“What?" Almost delicately, he takes a strand of my hair and tucks it behind my ear. The gentleness is at odds with the look in his eye, and what is going on behind me. My breath catches. “It’s just a dream,” he says. “We don’t have to do it my way. I can be gentle, if you like.” My mouth dries. “Blake. . .” He cups my face in both hands. “Let me have you. Just once. Please.”
― Lauren Palphreyman, The Night Prince