bookishlyeverafter__

“You don’t have to beg for me, Moonbeam.” His words shake my bones, his fingers sweeping around my entrance—so featherlight it’s but a breath of touch.  My body ignites, my heart a violent hammer of feisty need.  I grip his málmr, holding it close.  “If you want me”—he presses his mouth to my ear, nipping gently—“I’m fucking yours.”
― Sarah A. Parker, When the Moon Hatched

“I have never known anybody as completely as I know you, and yet I still want to sit next to you, draw close to you, closer. I want you to tell me every story, want to listen to you speak until the night sinks in the sky and the stars fade out. I want you to hold me like a grudge, keep me like a promise, haunt me like a ghost.”
― Ann Liang, I Hope This Doesn't Find You

“Chase death, Moonbeam. And I pray your bloodlust brings you the same sense of peace I feel just knowing you exist.”
― Sarah A. Parker, When the Moon Hatched

“He pauses, leans closer to inspect the displays. Reaches out, as if to grab something, then retracts his hand. And starts walking all over again."

After ten minutes of this, I lose my patience. "Are you here to select bread, or a future wife? What's taking so long?"

HIs smile is sharp, taunting. "The latter.”
― Ann Liang, I Hope This Doesn't Find You