" Nero closes the space between us in an instant. His lips crash against mine. They’re soft, but also hungry. He kisses me wildly, like this is the last moment of our lives. His tongue thrusts into my mouth and his taste is as intoxicating as the liquor, rich and warm and head-spinning. His hands are locked around my face, fingers like iron. "

― Sophie Lark , Savage Lover (Brutal Birthright, #3)