Mine. The language of love is like that, possessive. That should be the first warning that it's not going to encourage anyone's betterment.
Holly BlackI did it to get what I want. Maybe I should regret that, but I canโt. Sometimes you do the bad thing and hope for the good result.
Holly BlackMaybe it was that nearly everyone else was dead and she felt a little bit dead too, but she figured that even a vampire deserved to be saved. Maybe she ought to leave him, but she wasn't going to.
Holly BlackStartled, he loosed his grasp and she pulled free. He clutched her arm, but she spun around and pressed her mouth to his. His lips were rough, chapped. She felt the sting of fangs against her bottom lip. He made a sharp sound in the back of his throat and closed his eyes. Mouth opening under hers. The smell of him- of cold, damp stone- made her head swim. One kiss slid into another and it was perfect, was exactly right, was real.
Holly Black