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“You could have ruled the world with your power,' he said carefully.

'I don't want to rule the world.' Her eyes were unguarded in a way he had never seen. Mate, she had called him.

'What do you want?' Cassian managed to ask, voice rasping.

She smiled, and damn if it wasn't the loveliest thing he'd ever seen. 'You.'

'You've had me from the moment you met me.'

She tucked a strand of hair behind an arched ear. 'I know.'

He brushed a kiss over her mouth. But Nesta said, 'I want a disgustingly ornate mating ceremony.

He laughed, pulling away. 'Really?'

'Why not?'

'Because I'll never hear the end of it from Azriel and Mor.' Or the Illyrians.

Nesta considered. Then pulled something out of her pocket. A small biscuit, swiped from a tray in the birthing room. 'Then here. Food. From me to you, my mate. That's the official ritual, isn't it? The sharing of food from one mate to the other?'

He choked. 'These are my two options? A frilly mating ceremony or a stale biscuit?'

Her face filled with such true light, it nearly stole the breath from him. 'Yes.'

So Cassian laughed again, and folded her fingers around the pathetic biscuit, leaning to whisper in her ear, 'We'll make a coronation of it, Nes.'

'I already have a crown,' she said. 'I just want you.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A ​Court of Silver Flames

“I supposeâ€� I shouldn’t have jumped to conclusions. But knowing what I do of your pastâ€� I assumed…â€�
Her lame attempt at an apology seemed to erode the remnants of Sebastian’s self-control. “Well, your assumption was wrong! If you haven’t yet noticed, I’m busier than the devil in a high wind, every minute of the day. I don’t have the damned time for a tumble. And if I did—� He stopped abruptly. All semblance of the elegant viscount Evie had once watched from afar in Lord Westcliff’s drawing room had vanished. He was rumpled and bruised and furious. And he wasn’t breathing at all well. “If I did—� He broke off again, a flush crossing the crests of his cheeks and the bridge of his nose.
Evie saw the exact moment when his self-restraint snapped. Alarm jolted through her, and she lurched toward the closed door. Before she had even made a step, she found herself seized and pinned against the wall by his body and hands. The smell of sweat-dampened linen and healthy, aroused male filled her nostrils.
Once he had caught her, Sebastian pressed his parted lips against the thin skin of her temple. His breath snagged. Another moment of stillness. Evie felt the electrifying touch of his tongue at the very tip of her eyebrow. He breathed against the tiny wet spot, a waft of hellfire that sent chills through her entire body. Slowly he brought his mouth to her ear, and traced the intricate inner edges.
His whisper seemed to come from the darkest recesses of her own mind. “If I did, Evie� then by now I would have shredded your clothes with my hands and teeth until you were naked. By now I would have pushed you down to the carpet, and put my hands beneath your breasts and lifted them up to my mouth. I would be kissing them� licking them� until the tips were like hard little berries, and then I would bite them so gently…�
Evie felt herself drift into a slow half swoon as he continued in a ragged murmur. “� I would kiss my way down to your thighs� inch by inch� and when I reached those sweet red curls, I would lick through them, deeper and deeper, until I found the little pearl of your clitoris� and I would rest my tongue on it until I felt it throb. I would circle it, and stroke it� I’d lick until you started to beg. And then I would suck you. But not hard. I wouldn’t be that kind. I would do it so lightly, so tenderly, that you would start screaming with the need to come� I would put my tongue inside you� taste you� eat you. I wouldn’t stop until your entire body was wet and shaking. And when I had tortured you enough, I would open your legs and come inside you, and take you� take you…�
Sebastian stopped, anchoring her against the wall while they both remained frozen, aroused, panting.
At length, he spoke in a nearly inaudible voice. “You’re wet, aren’t you?�
Had it been physically possible to blush any harder, Evie would have. Her skin burned with violated modesty as she understood what he was asking. She tipped her chin in the tiniest of nods.
“I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anything on this earth.”
― Lisa Kleypas, Devil in Winter

“My only problem,' he said, gently nipping at her fingertips, 'is that I want you.”
― Kerri Maniscalco, Throne of the Fallen

“Well come and stand a little bit closer, breathe in and get a bit higher. You'll ever know what hit you when I get to you!”
― Savage Garden

“He let out a soft chuckle. “Okay. Okay. I guess that’s fair. Fine. Let me be clear.â€�
He locked his brown eyes with hers. “I want you.”
― Vanessa Millwood, Triggered: In the Tropics

“This time when he met her eyes, she saw need, raw and bare. “Yeah, I want it. But I want you more.”
― Chandra Blumberg, Stirring Up Love

“You don't deserve that. You don't deserve everything that I've laid at your feet, and you sure as hell don't deserve the fact that I'm still trying to hold onto you. That when it comes time for you to leave, I'm still going to want you. Even when you inevitably do leave, I'll still want you.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, A Kingdom of Flesh and Fire

“My beloved, please do not break your promise. I want you...I want you here...”
― Kaylee Stepkoski, Ever: The Alliance

“You want more than I can give you,' I whispered.

'I can't imagine that ever being true,' he murmured. 'Because I want only you, Lilith. Whatever of you I can have. I'll take one night. One hour. One minute. Whatever you want to give me. I'll have it.”
― Carissa Broadbent, Six Scorched Roses

“I want you,' the price hears Tiernan say. Oak feels some chagrin at overhearing that, but he is also surprised at the starkness of the admission. It sounds almost like an accusation.

'And what are you going to do about it?' Hyacinthe asks.

Tiernan snorts. 'Pine, I suppose.”
― Holly Black, The Prisoner’s Throne

“I want you,' the prince hears Tiernan say. Oak feels some chagrin at overhearing that, but he is also surprised at the starkness of the admission. It sounds almost like an accusation.

'And what are you going to do about it?' Hyacinthe asks.

Tiernan snorts. 'Pine, I suppose.”
― Holly Black, The Prisoner’s Throne