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"Do you not tire, my Prince?"

"I need no rest or sustenance. You are all I need."

WOW 😮‍💨

The tattoo!!! 😩😩

Omg not the stockings 😩😩😩

I couldn't have him. I'd never have him. Even if there was more of me to seek the touch of his skin, I knew he was not mine

I lifted my gaze to see his serene face one more time, allowing myself just one more permission; if I dreamed, I hoped I dreamed of him.

Korven, Ravenfae Prince of the Brackish Wood, was-simply put-gorgeous. Easily the tallest man in the room, he stood with a lean grace of muscled arms that pulled his black shirt tight in the movement. He wore black leather pants with a few small daggers hooked at the sides and ankle black boots. The black of his attire, wings, and hair only drew my eyes to the golden undertones of his skin.😮‍💨

Her eyes held mine with reckless abandon. I could not fathom whether she thought me her savior or her doom!

I wanted to indulge, to seek pleasure, to please, to live.