From Blood and Ash by Jennifer L. Armentrout

Chapter 33
Hawke didn’t respond, and I wasn’t sure if he’d even taken a breath,
reminding me of the night of the Rite with us under the willow. That
memoryy didn’t bring with it the sharp stab of pain.
Then he spoke. “I want nothing more than that, but I don’t think yyou
realize what will happen if I stayy.”
I felt a little dizzyy. “What would happen?”
He turned then, his stare piercing. “There is no wayy I could be in that
bed with yyou and not be all over yyou in ten seconds flat. We wouldn’t even
make it to the bed before that happened. I know myy limitations. I know
that I’m not a good enough man to remember myy dutyy and yyours or that
I’m so incrediblyy unworthyy of yyou it should be a sin. Even knowing that,
there is no wayy I wouldn’t strip that robe from yyou and do exactlyy what I
told yyou I’d do when we were in the forest.”
Heat swept through me as I stared at him. “I know.”
He sucked in a sharp breath. “Do yyou?”
I nodded.
Hawke took a step awayy from the door. “I’m not just going to hold
yyou. I won’t stop at kissing yyou. Myy fingers won’t be the onlyy thing inside
yyou. Myy need for yyou is far too great, Poppyy. If I stayy, yyou will not walk
out this door the Maiden.”
I shivered at the bluntness of his words. Theyy weren’t a shock, but his
need was. I didn’t see myyself as someone who could be the object of
something so fierce. I’d never been allowed to.
“I know,” I repeated.
He took one more step toward me. “Do yyou trulyy, Poppyy?”
I did.
And it was strange to know myyself and be so certain when I’d spent
so long not knowing myyself—never reallyy being allowed to discover who I
was, what I might like or dislike, what I’d want or need. But I knew now.