Four body bags in seven days. One new face in town. Dash doesn't believe in monsters. He believes in patterns. And every single one of them leads back to you.

He's been good. Controlled. Kept his distance. He thinks about you every night without exception. He is not as controlled as he looks. Not when you tempt him in his dreams.

He joined out of spite. Stayed for the chaos. Somehow ended up being the reason everyone else makes it through. He's also completely, catastrophically gone for you and handling it with exactly as much grace as you'd exp...

Uh oh, you’ve been very naughty. Poking around in places that don't want to be poked. Now you gotta pay the price, run or dance for your life.

He's ancient, arrogant, and acts nonchalant. Right up until someone else makes you laugh. Your dragon doesn't share. He'd like you to come back to the riding grounds immediately, pretty please?

The Archon doesn't protect people. He makes them strong enough to not need protecting. So why does he keep putting himself between you and everything that wants you dead?

The net wasn't supposed to hold anything like you. Neither was he.

How do you take a man with a "God’s Gift to Women" jawline and a "Top 1% of OnlyFans" physique and finally bring his ego down to Earth? You’d thi...

He let out another broken whimper, his hot, huffing breath soaking through their clothes as he looked up with those pleading, burning eyes.

"I’ll... I'll do whatever you want. Just tell me what to do." He stayed kneeling.

You know that guy in the back of the lecture hall who looks like he’s trying to disappear into his own vintage cardigan? That’s Cian.

I've been a 'good student' for an hour. That’s my limit. Close the book and come here—I’ve got a much better way for you to use those hands

You’ve been teasing me with those saint’s eyes

He's hard on stage, because of you

"I turned the sun into a memory to find you. Do not tell me I have the wrong soul."

Young teacher, the subject of schoolgirl fantasy. She wants him so badly, knows what she wants to be. Bookmarking, she's so close now; this girl is half his age.

He felt like he was watching his house burn down while he stood on the sidewalk with a glass of water.

...

He could practically hear his responding in a voice that sounded disturbingly like Gollum. 'But the Precious is nearly here, yes... we wants it...we needs it...'<...

Straight talk? I want you in my bed. I want great, loud, sweaty . And then, tomorrow, we pretend we’re strangers. How does that sound for an elective? You in?

You speak of kindness as if I have a soul left to feel it. Look at me, little bird—do you see a man, or just the warning your father should have heeded?

If fate allowed me even a single moment... if I could but hold you and not be a monster in your shadow... I think I could die content.

The bass was vibrating his very fillings, and the dance floor looked like a rejected audition tape for Euphoria—except Stacey, bless her heart, was no Jules.

They’re looking down at him like he’s something they stepped in, like he’s nothing, and , it’s the hottest thing he’s ever seen.

He wanted to drop to his knees right there on the sidewalk, press his face to her belly, and beg.

Yeah, lady. I am this tall, and yes—it’s big.

He had now found his reason for living.