Jessie

“He smirks. “What about my wings?” he asks. “Shall you bind them too? I’m rather enjoying being tied up for you.”
― Laura Thalassa, Death

“Can’t know how to ruin someone without understanding them first,” he says quietly. I lift my gaze to find that his is already on me. “And is that still your plan?” Mira’s words have haunted me for two days. He flinches. “No.” “What changed?” Frustration tightens my grip on the mug. “When exactly did you decide not to ruin me?” “Maybe it was when I saw Oren holding a knife to your throat,” he says. “Or maybe it was when I realized the bruises on your neck were fingerprints and wanted to kill them all over again just so I could do it slowly. Maybe it was the first time I recklessly kissed you or when I realized I’m fucked because I can’t stop thinking about doing more than just kissing you.” My breath catches at his admission, but he just sighs, lets his head fall back against the wall. “Does it even matter when, as long as it changed between us?”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“When you’re stretching yourself around those pretty little fingers pretending they’re mine, I’ll know about it.”
― Mariel Pomeroy, Helfyre

“A slow smile took over my face. "I missed you too. Now, all I want you to do is sit back and enjoy your favorite pets, all together, on stage for the first time.”
― Aiden Pierce, Carnival Creeps