Ella Rir

“I’ve got you,” he promises, his voice hoarse. “My power, my body, my soul—it’s all yours.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Onyx Storm

“And if I ask you to stay behind, all cozy and safe while I get it?”
― Rebecca Yarros, Onyx Storm

“A kiss isn’t enough. It never is with us.” His fingers find the bottom of my coronet braid, and he tugs, tilting my face towards him. “You want me the same way I want you. Wholly. Completely. With nothing but skin between us. Heart, mind, and body.” He brushes his mouth against mine, stuttering my breath. “All I want is to lose myself in you, and I can’t. You are the only person in the world with the power to strip me of every ounce of my control, and the only person I can’t fathom losing that control with.” He lifts his head. “And yet here I am, unable to keep three fucking feet away from you.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Onyx Storm

“Andarna shows no sign of trouble. I am inconvenienced, annoyed, and cut off from my source of power, strength, and my mate’s thoughts, but I am still Tairneanach, son of Murtcuideam and Fiaclanfuil, descended from—” “All right, yes, I get it. You are superior in all ways.” I interrupt him before he can get through his whole pompous lineage like I don’t have it memorized by now.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Onyx Storm