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“And sometimes, that's all it takes–one person who's willing to listen to your heart, to the sound no one else has ever tried to hear.”
― Mia Sheridan, Archer's Voice

“His eyes are open, watching my flushed face, my ragged breathing. I try to stop myself from making embarrassing noises. It’s more intimate than the way he’s touching me, to be looked at like that. I hate that he knows what he’s doing and I don’t. I hate being vulnerable. I hate that I throw my head back, baring my throat. I hate the way I cling to him, the nails of one hand digging into his back, my thoughts splintering, and the single last thing in my head: that I like him better than I’ve ever liked anyone and that of all the things he’s ever done to me, making me like him so much is by far the worst.”
― Holly Black, The Wicked King

“Kiss me again,�� he says, drunk and foolish. “Kiss me until I am sick of it.”
― Holly Black, The Wicked King

“Tell me again what you said at the revel,�� he says, climbing over me, his body against mine.

“What?�� I can barely think.

“That you hate me,�� he says, his voice hoarse. “Tell me that you hate me.��

“I hate you,�� I say, the words coming out like a caress. I say it again, over and over. A litany. An enchantment. A ward against what I really feel. “I hate you. I hate you. I hate you.��

He kisses me harder.

“I hate you,�� I breathe into his mouth. “I hate you so much that sometimes I can’t think of anything else.”
― Holly Black, The Wicked King