He took her by the shoulders and pulled her closer to him, his fingers knotting in the fabric of her dress. Even more than in the attic, she felt caught in the eddy of a powerful wave that threatened to… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“I am yours," he said, a finger under her chin dislodging her claim. "And you"— he moved his hands under her shoulders and pulled until she was all the way on top—" are mine.” — Patricia Briggs Copy Share Image
