Brienna

“I looked for you. In every market and podunk town, in every corner of every land, I searched each face for yours.”
― Rachel Schneider, Metal Slinger

“Please,” he murmured against her skin. She smirked down at him. “I’m sorry, I can’t quite hear you.” “Wicked angel,” he told her, his eyes blazing with want. “Please.” “Please, what?” she asked, reaching down to plunge her hands into his hair, tugging gently with impatience. “Let me taste you,” he begged. She tilted her head. “Is that all you want to do to me?” “Not even close,” he growled.”
― Kaylie Smith, Phantasma

“Did he fuck you?” “That’s hardly relevant.” “Perhaps not, but it is imperative that I know.” “Why?” I taunted. “So I know which part of him to mutilate first.”
― Ella Fields, Amid Clouds and Bones