94 Quotes by Annette Marie

No,” he murmured, his voice smoother and deeper and somehow older. “You came back for me. I do owe you, and I will not accept your refusal.

I’d bet they hadn’t read a single book between them this year. No thanks.

The only one,” he murmured, his deep voice sliding down to her bones, “I want to belong to is you.” She turned her head and blindly found his lips with hers, sinking her fingers into his hair. He locked their mouths together. As her blood heated with need, she pressed into him. His hands slid down her back and then lower, and he pulled her hips against him. She gasped and kissed him harder.

Ash, wait!” He stopped and faced her. His eyes were like black ice. “What?” “I want to help.” “I don’t need your help.” “But I have the Sahar. I could – ” “I don’t want your help.” She gritted her teeth. “Lyre is my friend and I’m helping whether you like it or not.” His gaze raked her. “Fine. But don’t get in the way.

She blinked away tears, her emotions more volatile because of her exhaustion. “He almost died for me more than once already. I can’t let him keep throwing himself between danger and me. I need to fight my own battles.

Zylas dozed, his tail hanging off the cushions and the barbed end flicking in a relaxed way.

Must I keep you from all hurt?” he mused, as though there’d been no pause in our terse exchange. “Or only keep you alive?

He loved the shower. I was pretty sure he’d save the shower before he’d save me, contract or no contract.

Sometimes, beauty and sadness went hand in hand.