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1 " Let’s define what you mean by a taste.” Clarification was an absolute must with demons. Too easy, they twisted things to their favor. Nova regarded me with a hungry gaze. Running his tongue lasciviously over his bottom lip, he seemed to be playing out several fantasies in his head. Finally he said, “Your choice. A taste of your intoxicating power. Fuck, I can practically smell it. Or a taste of that magic between your legs. Either way, I’m sure you’ll taste about as close to heaven as I’ll ever get. "
― Trina M. Lee , Coda (Alexa O'Brien, Huntress #13)
2 " In the beginning I think we’d both believed it to be a passing fling. That it would burn out once we’d gotten it out of our systems. Instead we’d become more deeply entwined. Popping each other like Xanax to get through the night. But this kind of drug was so much more addictive. Perhaps it had been a fling when it started. But it had never been temporary. Whatever this was, it wouldn’t be ending any time soon. "
3 " But he despises you. Absolutely loathes you. How did you ever manage to entangle him?” “Yes, well, the loathing is mutual. Falon and I are happily in hate with one another. No change there.” I shrugged, offering her a grin of my own. “Just a lot of crazy hot sex. "
4 " Kale propped himself up on an elbow, leaning over me, a hand on my cheek. “Think of me fondly. But only for a little while. Don’t let my death make you afraid to live. You’re not done here yet. Not by a longshot. "