Alejandra

“Flicking my nose," I breathe.
His brows crinkle. "What?"
"Flicking my nose," I repeat simply. "Something I've always had a thing for. Among others, of course."
Understanding lights his eyes as a slow smile spreads across his lips, accompanied by dimples on either side. "Go on, darling."
"That reminds me." I nod. "Calling me 'darling.' Cocky bastards. Long, dark eyelashes..."
I could melt from the heat in his gaze.
"Knowing what I need exactly when I need it. Ripping my dresses. Dimples that make me-"
In a single step, he's closed the distance between us and pulled my mouth to his.”
― Lauren Roberts, Reckless

“She is my mate. And my spy,' I said too quietly. 'And she is the High Lady of the Night Court.'
'What?' Mor whsipered.
I caressed a mental finger down that bond now hidden deep, deep within us, and said, 'If they had removed her other glove, they would have seen a second tatoo on her right arm. The twin to the other. Inked last night, when we crept out, found a priestess, and I swore her in as my High Lady.' (...) 'Not consort, not wife. Feyre is High Lady of the Night Court.' My equal in every way; she would wear my crown, sit on a throne beside mine. Never sidelined, never designated to breeding and parties and child rearing. My queen.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“Gently, he pulled my hands away from my face. Gently, he took my cheeks in his hands and brushed away my tears. I didn’t care that we had an audience as I lifted my head and beheld the joy and concern and love shining in those remarkable eyes. Neither did Rhys as he murmured, “My love,” and kissed me. I”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin