My rating: 5 of 5 stars
5 "We're already real" Stars
What can I possibly say about this book that hasn't already been said? Has it all been said? I'm sure it has. Despite the fact I know I am so incredibly late to this Sierra Simone/American Queen party, I am going to put words down to describe my feelings. Maybe. Hopefully.
I want to feel like my veins are being sliced open by the sheer desire of someone powerful, I want to be handled and cherished and used and worshipped. I want a man or woman to claim me as their equal partner in every way--until we're alone. Then I want to crawl to them.
If this line didn't hook you, I'm not sure you should be reading this. American Queen is intense. It's the story of a girl who is told to keep her kisses to herself. It's the story of a girl who falls in love with a man ten years her senior. It's the story of a girl who falls in love with her first lover. It's the story of love. All-consuming, over-powering, gut-wrenching love.
"Now would be a good time to call me Sir."
Right now, I was a vessel of pooling want, I was ready to be whatever he wanted me to be, ready to crawl into his veins and make him mine.
The emotions in this book are raw. Raw emotion drives this book. Primal instincts. Love. The desire, the want, the need. This perfect trifecta that couldn't be more beautiful if it tried.
"You're with me," he grunted in my ear as he continued to force his way in and out of my virgin cunt. "You're not with him. You're giving this to me.
I'm not sure if I even have words for this scene. This scene is the end and the beginning of something so much more than love, want, or need. It's the coming together of two souls who are hurting for another. It's the ripping apart of two hearts who just want one thing they can't have.
"You want to take care of me? Then fucking own me. Wreck me. Tear me up and sew me back together the way that only you know how."
Yes, please, yes. Do you feel the intensity? The urge? The desire to be controlled? The desire to be owned? The desire, want, and need to please?
"I kissed him because even though he's broken my heart twice in ten years, I still think he looks beautiful in the winter moonlight. Because sometimes I think I might literally die from wanting to feel his lips on mine."
You feel it now, don't you? That love? That fire that's burning through every page of this book? The slow burn?
"Just because you want to forget who you are doesn't mean the rest of us can forget you."
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