“What do you want from me?” I ask, and if I sound desperate, it’s because I am; every rocking motion of the ship pushes us closer, the light in me straining out for him like it’s natural, like my skin longs to be under his hands.
“The more interesting question is, what do you want, Alina?” he asks, raising one perfect eyebrow, cold and impeccable and infuriating, riding the waves with unconscious grace, even as I stumble against him. “I see it in your face,” he adds, tipping my chin up with one finger, and even that’s enough to make me overflow, a glow spilling out of me, “your curiosity, your desire - you want me to make you scream, don’t you?” and it’s all I can do to breathe, watching the flicker in his eyes, knowing he’s seen the raw, bare need in mine.
How I Could Make You Bleed (Grisha Trilogy (S&S), Darklina)
“The more interesting question is, what do you want, Alina?” he asks, raising one perfect eyebrow, cold and impeccable and infuriating, riding the waves with unconscious grace, even as I stumble against him. “I see it in your face,” he adds, tipping my chin up with one finger, and even that’s enough to make me overflow, a glow spilling out of me, “your curiosity, your desire - you want me to make you scream, don’t you?” and it’s all I can do to breathe, watching the flicker in his eyes, knowing he’s seen the raw, bare need in mine.