#adrian

My nails dug into his back, and he trailed his lips down the edge of my chin, down the center of my neck. He kept going until he reached the bottom of the dress’s V-neck. I let out a small gasp, and he kissed all around the neckline, just enough to tease. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#adrian-ivashkov #bloodlines #couple #dress #kissing

Lucien bent and searched through the scraps of paper at Loki’s stone feet for the blood-kissed prayer Dante had placed among them. Finding it, he plucked it from the pile and straightened. The fading essence of creawdwr blood magic tingled against his fingers. Unfolding the liquor store receipt, he read the words scrawled in Dante’s lefty slant: Watch over her, ma mère. S’il te plaît, keep her safe. Even from me. Lucien reread the prayer until the words blurred. He closed his fingers around the receipt, the paper crinkling against his palm. He had no doubt who she was — Special Agent Heather Wallace. Wounded, his child, yes. Damaged, yes. But Dante’s heart was whole and in love, it seemed, with a mortal. Perhaps Heather Wallace could bind Dante and help keep his sanity from unraveling. Insanity. The fate of an unbound creawdwr. ↗

— Adrian Phoenix

#in-the-blood #uf #love

I’m going to just go on loving you, even if it’s hopeless.” -Adrian- ↗

— Richelle Mead

#love #love

Who knows more about male weakness: you or me? Use my knowledge, Sage. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#sydney-sage #knowledge

Takes a lot of tries before you hit perfection." He paused to reconsider that. "Well, except for my parents. They got it on the first try." (Adrian) ↗

— Richelle Mead

#humor #humor

It was a lot of pressure, but I loved working with Tim and I loved working with Adrian. ↗

— Elizabeth Pena

#i #lot #loved #pressure #tim

Adrian's face was the picture of perfect politeness and restraint, meaning something disastrous was about to happen. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#political

You should dress her better, you know." "I'm not interested in putting clothes on her," Adrian called as he steered me away. "Watch it," I warned through gritted teeth, "or you might be the one with the wineglass in your face." "I'm playing a part, little dhampir. One that's going to make sure you stay out of trouble." Adrian gave me a head-to-toe assessment. "That guy was right about the clothes, though. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#richelle-mead #rose #spirit-bound #trouble

Really, it's my fault. It was there. A hundred times there. How often did I see it? I knew. It kept happening. Over and over, you'd say you were through with him...and over and over, I'd believe it...no matter what my eyes showed me. No matter what my heart told me. My. Fault. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#ivashkov #sacrifice

My mother wasnʹt sleeping with anybody. She doesnʹt even sleep with my father. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#sacrifice