donila

“notice”
― S.M. Reine, Six Moon Summer

“Helly…” she warned, sounding like she was gonna crawl through the phone and rip the info outta me if I didn’t dish. “He’s a real prick,” I said, prefacing what I was about to let pass through my lips.  “But yeah.  Six-footish, maybe a couple years older, black hair, green eyes, built.”
― Shaye Marlow, Two Cabins, One Lake

“Right here. Right now.” She slipped her hands underneath his shirt and stopped the last of his objections with her tongue and lips. The sun’s rays dappled their skin as clothes flew and hands and mouths touched and sipped and gloried in their union. For the first time in her life, she was fully attuned to everything inside her and everything around her. This man made her whole, and filled her with a certainty of pure acceptance and love. He would be her champion and she would be his. “Now, my love?” Holding himself above her, he gazed down, his skin red with passion, his eyes dark with love. “Yes, Dante, yes.” And she pulled him to her.”
― Caro LaFever, Wife By Force

“hunters.”
― S.M. Reine, Six Moon Summer