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.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.
Then her lips are against his, and there is no more talking for a long time.”
Fantastic

“Do you want—?” he starts, but she is already pushing up her dress.
“I want,” she says. “That’s my problem. I want and I want and I want.”
“What do you want?” he asks, voice soft.
“Everything. Charm me. Rip me open. Ruin me. Go too far.”
LAHAHAHAHAHAHA😫😫

“Why does anyone want anyone else?” Tiernan answers. “We do not love because people deserve it—nor would I want to be loved because I was the most deserving of some list of candidates. I want to be loved for my worst self as well as my best. I want to be forgiven my flaws.”
“I find it harder to forgive your virtues,” Hyacinthe tells him, a smile in his voice”

I love them tg badddd like ugh

“Good night, Prince of Elfhame,” Wren says as he is led from the room. He manages a single glance back. Her gaze locks with his, and he can feel the frisson of something between them. Something that might well be terrible, but that he wants more of all the same.”

Boy u are down so bad bruh she just threatened to have u whipped??? She losing me bruh 😭

He says nothing. Nothing he says could possibly help him.
“Crawl to me.” Her eyes shine, fever bright.
Again, Oak’s body moves without his permission.

Bro why is she literally cardan fahhhh

“He’s not sure what happens after that.
Nor is he sure what it means about him that he finds hope in the fact that Wren has kept him. Fine, not everyone would see being thrown into a dungeon as a romantic gesture, but he’s choosing to at least consider the possibility that she put him there because she wants something more from him.”
Oh he’s so real😭

That you’re terrifying?” he asked, his drawl becoming exaggeratedly languorous, almost a purr. “I adore it.”
She leaned against him, resting her head on his shoulder, and closed her eyes. The king’s arms came around her, and she shivered once, as though letting something fall away.
Jude’s peace is being in Carson’s armsssss ughhh🥲🥲