Kj.Chea

“He offers me a sad smile as he brushes a strand of wet hair from my cheek. “I will worship you.” He brushes his lips against my throat. “Cherish you.” He kisses me. “Honor you.” He nips my earlobe with his teeth, and I squirm. “Tease you.” His mouth hovers over mine. “But break you? No. You cannot ask that of me. If I’m to take you the way I want, I will have you gently, and deeply, and slowly.” He brushes his lips against mine. “Can you accept that?” And because I would rather have part of him than none at all, I nod.”
― Lauren Palphreyman, The Night Prince

“I feel like I am playing with fire—and there’s a small dark part of me that wants to get burned.”
― Lauren Palphreyman, The Wolf King

“I have always thought of rain as an equalizer of men. It doesn’t matter if you’re dressed in rags or finery, the rain will soak you and make you look smaller all the same.”
― Lauren Palphreyman, The Wolf King

“No doubt, he thinks me a fragile thing that he doesn’t want to break. Goddess, I want to be broken. I want to be consumed. I want to release this caged beast that’s pacing, agitated, inside me. I want all the horrors of tonight to disappear.”
― Lauren Palphreyman, The Night Prince