Abby L.

“What do you want?” he asks, voice soft. “Everything. Charm me. Rip me open. Ruin me. Go too far.” He shudders at her words, shaking his head against them. She goes on, whispering against his skin. “You cannot understand. I am a chasm that will never be full. I am hunger. I am need. I cannot be sated. If you try, I will swallow you up. I will take all of you and want more. I will use you. I will drain you until you are nothing more than a husk.” “Use me, then,” he whispers, mouth on her throat.”
― Holly Black, The Prisoner’s Throne