Alyssa McCulley

“His thumbs stroke over the soft skin under my ears, and his gaze drops before he suddenly lets go and retreats a full step. 'Damn it. Touching you was a bad idea.'

'The worst.' I agree, but my tongue skims my lower lip.

He groans and my core melts at the sound. 'Kissing you would be a cataclysmic mistake.'

'Calamitous.' What would it take to hear that groan again?

The inches between us feel like kindling, ready to burn at the first suggestion of hear, and I'm a living, breathing flame. This is everything I should run from, and yet denying the primal attraction I feel is completely, utterly impossible.

'We'll both regret it.' He shakes his head, but there's more than hunger in his eyes as he stares at my lips.

'Naturally,' I whisper. But knowing I'll regret it doesn't stop me from wanting it- wanting him. Regretting is a problem for future Violet.

'Fuck it.'

One second he's out of reach and the next his mouth is on mine, hot and insistent.

Gods, yes. This is exactly what I need.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“Easy, Princess, focus on the magic. When we’re out of here, you can go back to imagining all the ways you want my hands on you.”
― Lexi Ryan, These Hollow Vows

“To the stars who listen—and the dreams that are answered.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“You've wielded lightning besides yesterday's display during the War Games?"
I debate keeping my answer to myself, but my silence isn't going to help. "A few times."
"And both times were the result of emotional reactions?"
Tairn snorts, and I smack his foreleg with the back of my hand. "Yes."
"Well, then start there. Ground in your power and try to feel whatever it was you were feeling." He goes back to his notebook.
"Should I get the wingleader?" Tairn flat-out laughs in my head.
"Shut up.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing