Ella Frank Quotes

I find I'm in the mood to focus on things other than myself tonight. Sucking Robert Off was a great distraction, and from my experience, our princess mixes very well with something French.

Cancer though, it was a fickle friend that didn't care about your age, gender or race. It would move in take up residence and eventually kick you to the curb, it was a mean landlord and didn't care who it hurt in order to get what it wanted.

There is a vast difference between wanting someone's trust so that you can give them all that they need, and wanting someone to change to become the things that you need.

It's beating hard because it wants the one it loves to feel it.

Waiting is often the best part of the story," he explains. "After all, once you know the story, its over.

She hadn't heard anything from him, not a single word. Really, she hadn't expected to, but knowing it and then living it were two totally different things.

In case I get busy in there and don't say it, thank you." "For?" Tate asked as his eyes softened. Logan squeezed his fingers, and as they started walking inside, he answered, "Always being willing to try.

How could I have ever thought she was what was wrong in my life? She was the only thing that made any sense, and when she was broken and hurting, so was I.

What do I need to get you into my bed?" Logan asked boldly.
Tate couldn't help the laugh escaping his mouth at Logan's directness. "A vagina?" He raised a brow at the man.
Releasing his arm, Logan took a step back and removed his cell phone from his pocket. He dialed a number and placed the phone to his ear.
"Hi hon." He then met Tate's eyes and smirked as he mouthed, A vagina I can get.

You've fucking destroyed me. First, she did, and now, you are.

There were plenty of things I showed Chantel in the chateau, Gemma. So, depending on where you want to be, you need to be much more specific." His tongue comes out to moisten his full bottom lip. "Then again, perhaps that's exactly where you want to be after your indecision last night on the stairs, hmm...between Chantel and me?

Every time we do this, it convinces me that I'm exactly where I need to be.

Josh: "Are there any rules to this deal I should know about?"
Shel: "Don't make me want to keep you."
Josh: "Well then, don't make me want to be kept.

I want you. Am I supposed to walk away because you're a man? Maybe. They'll say yes for sure. But I'm sick of all the questions running around in my head." Tate stopped and licked his lips. "I want the man who sat down across from me and changed the way I look at the world. And if that's wrong, then I'm confused because when I'm near you, it feels so damn right.

We don't play well with others.

Well that woman has crept into my mind. Somehow, she has stolen my very sanity because now I want her hands on me. I begged for her to touch me until I, too, lost myself in the beauty of a fantasy- a fantasy I still don't fully understand.

And if you want to scream her name out when my cock is fucking you, you scream it, right into my ear.

I told you. When you look at me, you see more." I cradled his face in my hands and let my eyes roam over him. "And when I look at you, I see for the first time the possibility of everything.

I want you to play for me," he told her as he passed the violin back.
Her elegant fingers gripped the neck of her Stradivarius as she gently pulled it up and rested it on her left shoulder. She turned her chin, so it sat perfectly in the chin rest at the base of the lower bout.
"What would you like me to play?" she asked, closing her eyes.
"Something you want me to hear.

It was ironic because we would be tested tonight. Our foundation would be shaken, and for a minute, I would forget who we were. Someone would offer up temptation, a whisper of doubt, but it wouldn't come in the form of an apple. No, it would come in the form of something much worse. For the first time ever, I would doubt Phillipe, and with the doubt tricking through my veins, I would feel like I had nothing else in the world. For that moment in time, I would feel completely alone.

And how does Priest look at me, princesse?"... "Like you're everything he needs to survive another day."..."Not everything," he said, as he bent his head and blew a warm breath over their joined hands. "I'm not you.

Your body is begging for me to fuck it, Gemma, and I think your mind is too."
I can't help myself from responding. "I think you're already doing that."
"What?" he quietly demands.
"Fucking with my mind.

Except for the fact that I'm straight," Tate finally announced. Logan toyed with his glass for a moment before he conceded. "Yes, well, I don't let little things like that stand in my way.

[ ... ] love was not something that was simply there because you were born of the same blood, and it should never come with a fucking disclaimer.

Robert Bianchi. Didn't anyone ever teach you that it's poor form to call another man's husband this late at night?

You're hard," she whispered, and I couldn't help my smirk.
"Yes. I'm very fucking hard."
"I want to see," she boldly stated.
No one could accuse Addison Lancaster of not going after what she wanted.
"Well, we don't always get what we want.

You like pink?" Cole touched her again though the damp material. "Yes, Rachel, especially your sweet pink pussy.

She is the mystery that is wrapped tightly around the man I am trying so desperately to unravel.

Dreams are funny things. They shift and morph the more you grow.

I want to take you up to my bed, lay you down in it, and slide so deep inside you that I have trouble remembering what it's like to be apart from you. And, Rachel?" "Yes?" "I want you to let me.

Stop thinking so much. Tell me, what do you want?" Logan held his breath as he waited for Tate's frank response.
"You. Everything else aside, I still want you.

One thing is certain. My judgment becomes compromised when it comes to Phillipe, and I have no immediate idea on how to stop myself from wanting to be compromised over and over again.

I don't know how it happened, and I don't know why, but this
what she and I have
it's solid. You don't need to worry about her. I'd rather cut off my own arms than hurt a single purple hair on her head. I'll look after her.

When was the last time we had sex?" Logan's question was so blunt and unexpected it had Tate stumbling over his response for a second, and when he didn't answer, Logan continued, "You don't know, do you?" The

Thank you." Logan narrowed his eyes, and Tate said, "You're always here when I need you the most." Logan

Logan couldn't help the slight twitch of his lips at the last comment. "I'm not trying to piss you off." "Well, congratulations. You're succeeding anyway.

Straight, huh? You know, funny thing is, often the straightest of trees have crooked roots.

I've never wanted something more. But with you, I can't seem to stop myself. I want to look at you and know that you're mine, and that terrifies me." Tate's fingers wrapped around his own as he brought their arms in close to his sides, and then Tate asked again, "Why?" Logan found Tate's eyes and finally acknowledged, "Because I think I could love someone like you.

I swear you make me lose my mind. I feel like I'm going crazy."
"Logan?"
He put his mouth to Tate's ear. "Yes?"
"I fucking love that.

Yes," Tate growled against his neck. "Goddamn. So fucking hot, Logan. Do it. Let me watch you." Logan

You make me want things that I'd forgotten I wanted.

Not so sweet after all," Logan commented with a wink. "No?" Logan shook his head. "There's a hint of sweet with a full helping of stubborn and dirty as fuck." Tate raised a brow as if to say, 'And?' "In other words, just right.

I don't know what it is you see, and I don't know what you're feeling, but when you bring her between us, something happens inside of me.

Naked and fully aroused, they were both clearly ready to go, and Tate couldn't stop himself from spitting in his palm and starting to really jerk himself off. "You dirty fucker,

His eyes flame, and his breathing increases. Twisted as it is, I find that I'm getting off on his fury. The angrier he gets, the more aroused I become.

Don't you know? I'm already yours.

You are special. So fucking special.

Right hand on the steering wheel, left hand inside your panties, and your eyes, those beautiful fucking eyes - keep them on me the entire time.

For the admission price of $543.90, they were inducted into the exclusive Mile High Club, and it was worth every last penny.

I am always inside you, Leonidas. My blood, my body, my mind. And that most certainly means something. Do not forget that. Leo

My reactions to you make me question myself because they aren't light and carefree, they're dark and dirty Lena. I want to do so many dirty things with you, to name them all wouldn't be possible.

If there was obsession here - a dominant persistent desire - then it was the desire to lose ourselves in one another. The only problem is that one person is now lost, and the other is trapped.

What do you think Gemma? Do you like being painted this way?" All I can think is that being painted by him feels a lot like being fucked by him, but he already knows that.

Boys think girls are like books. If the cover doesn't catch their eye, they won't bother to read what's inside.

Years ago," Priest said, "a thief stole my heart and brought it to life, and tonight a princess saved it. I love you, Robert, for so many reasons, but your strength these past couple of days was exactly what I needed to get me through. I couldn't have done it without you.

And ... this is definitely my choice. You might have done the chasing in the beginning, but Logan ... "
"Yeah?"
"I've never been happier than when you caught me.

A smirk crossed those sinful lips, and Bailey thought the guy should come with a flashing neon sign that said: WARNING! DANGER AHEAD! Because he looked exactly like the kind of guy your parents warned you about. The kind of danger that would be so damn good that you kept coming back for more.

Your love is exactly what Julien said - powerful. It's intense, all-consuming, and takes two men to return it.

But please allow me to introduce myself. I'm Logan Mitchell, and this is Tate Morrison, and he is my partner.

I focus on the words in front of me and continue reading the book that has now turned me into a voyeur through no fault of its own.

Stop fighting me so hard, would you? I've been consumed by you since the moment you yelled at me in your waiting room. All I want is to be with you.

This changes things. If you think I'm going to walk out of here and you'll conveniently forget about what happened, you should think again. This wasn't a fluke, no matter how much you try to pretend. You wanted it as much as I did, and you should remember that tonight when you jerk off, thinking about my tongue in your mouth.

Oh, I'm sure you could come up with something, and even then, you'd dress it up in a way that would probably make me want it.

I close my eyes, ashamed that what he's saying is right. Its true. What the fuck is the matter with me? I have no answer. I can give him or myself, so instead, I focus on his face. That serious and focused expression looks so fierce as he moves above me and inside of me, stealing something integral, from my being with every delicious stroke of his hips.
"I think you're the one getting confused who's here," he explains. "Because I know exactly who I'm inside of.

Christ, it's official. I have a hard-on for a straight guy. That's just terrific.

Fuck, Logan." "Yes," Logan said, ghosting his lips over Tate's. "We already established that's going to happen. And very soon, but first," he said, giving Tate a final squeeze, "first I'm going to hold true to my word and get my fingers and tongue inside you. Because with how I'm feeling, you're going to need to be good and stretched to handle me.

The lock that had kept his heart firmly shut away had finally found its key.

You're the best fucking thing my eyes have ever seen.

I'll never see you that way again. Because Before this, I didn't know you were essential for me to feel alive.

They are resplendent, and I am enraptured.

True paradises are paradises lost

Everything I want, and everything I crave, is you. Now, face forward.

Oh God, Tate."
Tate looked up to where Logan was watching him like a hawk. "What? I didn't do anything."
"You're looking at me like you're about to eat your favorite fucking meal."
"Who knows? Maybe I am.

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Shel: "I am not getting in the car with that."
Josh: "Yes, you are."
Shel: "No, I'm not. He's huge."
Josh: "He's harmless."
Shel: "Like his owner?"
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Why did you fucking leave her, Phillipe?" Bringing his eyes back to mine, he swallows and simply replies,"I wanted to see if I could.

This weekend, Priest was Julien's line of defense and Robbie was his light and hope, and it had never been more apparent that the connection they had forged was one they'd all been searching for, and one they desperately needed.

Logan's brow rose. I'll have you know that these are Armani track pants.

Logan knew that tonight was about two things - want and possession.

I'd like to try you.

Yes, I love him. Recklessly and without caution.

I'm left wondering just how far away from his heart he would let her go.

I can't wait to give your mouth a reason to be so fucking dirty.

When I fuck you, Gemma, I want your eyes open, looking right at me. I've never hidden who I am from anyone I've touched, and I won't start with you.

Those who are meant to be yours
will always find you.

That is what you want?" he asked. "That is what I need. There is a difference, Thanos. But be sure, I will not be an easy Ancient. And this life I offer, it is not for the faint of heart." "Luckily for you, I do not faint easily, and have been told countless times I possess no heart." The

I'm sure she'd be more than willing to fit you in. I know I always am. In fact, I'd be willing to fit you in right now.

If I die, I just want you to know that you have never looked hotter than you do right now, and that is the only reason I'm about to risk my life."
Tate raised a hand, and before he shut the visor, he promised, "I'll look even hotter in fifteen minutes when I'm naked. So, quit bitching, and get on the bike, Logan.

Have I mentioned how much I love the fact you know me so well?" Tate thrust his hips forward, and when his cock brushed Logan's cheek, he said, "Not today, you haven't." Logan

Look at you sitting here with your legs spread and my cock so fucking deep I don't think I'll ever leave. Jesus, Addison. I thought you were perfect before. Now I fucking know it.

Dipping his hand between the denim he'd parted, Logan thought he would feel cotton, but as his fingers brushed over wiry hair, he groaned out loud. "Commando? You came to see me fucking commando?

You have a body that's made to pound a woman into her bed. So, I'm really hoping you can live up to that.

I am a lawyer, and I'm always looking for a loophole.

That's probably the most sincere thing that I've ever heard come out of your mouth."

Logan lowered his eyes to Tate's hand. "Now, that's not true. I was very sincere this morning when I told you that I loved sucking your - "

"Don't ruin it," Tate interrupted.

Let go, Rachel. Let go, and lie down with me. Close your eyes, and forget everything. Tomorrow will be here soon enough, and you can argue with me then.

Good morning, Mr. Mitchell." "It is a good morning, isn't it, Sherry? Could you possibly give him the memo?" He pointed to his brother. "I think he missed it.

Regrets only happen when you aren't brave enough to try something new...

While Grayson brought peace and calm to my life, I brought worry and chaos to his.

Ahh, flattery. It will get you everywhere." "Yeah, it's how I put up with Logan. Tell him he's hot and he rolls right over.

I would have done anything, anything, to touch her," he admits as his eyes leave mine.
The spell is broken as his gaze drifts to the painting on the wall.
With complete reverence, he tells me, "So I did.

I'll teach you how to come with a man inside you. Not a boy, Addison, a man.