Amid Clouds And Bones Quotes

You’re lying.” “And you’re a beast wearing the skin of a refined male.” Green embers sparked within that bronze gaze. “A beast who wants to kiss your pretty mouth until it bleeds.

I expected to loathe you in earnest, but one look at you was all I needed…” His fingertips brushed my hand. “You’re still mine, dread. Now, you will forever be just mine.

If it isn’t my darling wife.” “If it isn’t my monstrous husband.

I want you. I want you as much as I loathe you—so much, it feels like I can’t breathe.” His parted lips dragged across my cheek, his whisper scathing near my ear. “Give me back my fucking breath.

Mildred,” Ruelle said. When she failed to earn my gaze, her tone sharpened. “You left your own ball when it had only just begun.” It irritated that she would wait until she had the prince’s presence to attempt goading me. “I was feeling…” I peered at Atakan, who stabbed a hunk of meat with his knife before tearing it in two with his teeth. Coyly, I touched my mouth. “So very overwhelmed.” Atakan stilled. Then he flashed those teeth in a feral half smile as he chewed. Ruelle huffed. “But do you not think that’s disrespectful?” That earned my whole attention. “No. Do you know what is disrespectful?” She blinked, then raised a daring and slender brow. “You.” I smiled brightly. “Sitting on my betrothed’s lap.” Phineus coughed, thumping his chest as he gave in and laughed. Ruelle glowered. “Unlike you, halfling, I am wanted here.” “But you’re not,” Atakan said, then promptly picked her up and dropped her into the seat beside him.

I can’t decide if looking at your body makes me happier than the thought of watching you die.

What I usually do is none of your concern, dreaded Mildred.” “No more little thing?” “Certainly not with tits that huge.

Love knows no bounds for mortals and has no end for faeries.

I heard the unspoken command within—play with me.

Show me just how much you loathe me, my prince.

You’ll need to forgive my son’s lack of manners. He was born upon a full moon, and I’ve been unable to rid the audacity from him ever since.

For you, I would stay on my knees until they bled your name.

Atakan was more than my mate—he was the edge I sharpened my armor upon and the safety I surrendered my softness to. I’d survived him because he’d allowed it.

Unless you wish to wear your entrails as a crown when I chain you in iron and bury you alive, remove yourself from my bed and my mate.

We really shouldn’t consummate our marriage in the woods.

You’re right. You’re not my lover. You’re now my wife, yet that doesn’t seem quite enough either.” I nearly swayed when I rose, and he went on. “What do you call the only creature you want to watch and touch endlessly?

You might not want to love me, but you are loving the freedom from a particular prince’s dark obsession with you.

Stripes,” he scoffed. “An insult.” “She has black stripes in her fur.” “And you have the darkest green eyes I’ve ever seen, but I don’t call you seaweed.

Finally.” “Have you missed me, dread?” Lazily, I drawled, “So much that torture won’t be necessary, monster.” Atakan’s steps ceased. “Pity. I was looking forward to hearing you moan again.

When you laugh, I remember what joy feels like.

Males are all the same. Unaware that love means more than an obsession with humping someone.

The only way to survive Atakan the heartless was to play this game of hunter versus prey—even if it drew blood.

If you so much as think about playing with anyone but me, I will tie you to this bed with their entrails and paint you in their blood while I fuck you.

Let me make myself crystal fucking clear, little thing.” My eyes widened at the ease with which he’d cussed. “Out of all the dangers awaiting you in my court, I’m the one you’ll need to be protected from.

I look forward to showing you just how confidently repugnant I can be.

Monsters shouldn’t look like him. Shouldn’t be granted the beauty to disarm their prey with a simple, half-dimpled, portrait-worthy smile. Every inch of Atakan Ethermore was a trap designed to entice and torture and kill.

I can’t decide if looking at your body makes me happier than the thought of watching you die.” “Good morning to you, too.