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1 " He is a dark god, all coiled fury and coalescing thunderheads, with lightning in his eyes and a capacity for destruction in his hands—like a thunderstorm, there is a certain beauty in the chaos and wildness. "
― Jasinda Wilder , Sigma (Alpha, #4)
2 " I do not find you attractive.” His eyes are fixed on mine, blazing like black fire, fierce yet unknowable, only the intensity readable“No?” I arch an eyebrow. “The way you look at me says otherwise.”He swallows hard. His jaw grinds audibly. “Attractive? No, Corinna.” His fingertip traces my jawline from earlobe to chin. “I am consumed by you.”His touch is exquisitely gentle. Yet, it sends a line of fire trickling over my skin, makes me shiver down to my toes.“Could have fooled me,” I whisper.“Am I fooling you, Corinna?” Instead of his finger on my jaw, he now touches the pad of his thumb to my lips. “Can you not read the obsession in my eyes?”“I can’t read a damn thing in your eyes.” I have to pause, suck in a breath; his nearness, the intensity of his eyes and the wild ferocity of his presence, the molten heat of his touch on my lips—my breath is scorched away. It’s terrifying. “Why would you be…consumed by me?”“It was a miscalculation,” he murmurs. “I thought I could use you. I thought I could hold you hostage and use you for leverage against your parents.”“What was the miscalculation?”“You.” He’s too close. I can feel his breath on my cheek. “Everything that you are. "
