Juliette Cross Quotes

I want you so much, I feel like if I don't make you mine soon, then some part of me will break away and disappear into the unknown. Then another will break away and another, until there's nothing left of me at all but a hollow void. A shell of a man.

She was the sweetest ambrosia sent straight from heaven. Or the most sinful temptation to drag him down to hell. He didn't care.

I hated you and not because you'd gotten away and left me behind. I hated you because you took the light away." I grazed my lips against hers, breathing in her air. "My light, Nadya. You are my light." Uriel to Nadya-

I miss the stars the most. They give off their light, completely unaware or heedless of the life and death taking place beneath them. It doesn't matter to them whether the angels win this war. Or the demons. Whether the whole world burns. In the end, they'll still be there. Constant and true.

Her lips were nearly touching mine. The heady sensation of floating too close to heaven dragged me even closer. I waited for her to stop me. God, she needed to stop me, because I was quickly losing control. When she didn't, I eased closer. Sliding my tongue along her lower lips, I teased her mouth open. She caught herself, both hands on my shoulders. whimpering when I plunged inside. Then my world turned upside down.

You know, I once had a little boy in Hiddleston come up to me and ask if I conjured up the hartsstone."
"What did you tell him?" he asked.
She spoke in her scratchy, witchy voice, "Why of course I do. Every full moon, my boy. And the wolves howl. And the fairies rise from their bowers, then we dance in a round, breathing in the powerful magic of the hartstone.

Nadya, when he comes for you, when he figures it out, it's going to be a firestorm.

You can think whatever you want with that logical brain and defiant will of yours. It still won't change the truth."
"What truth?"
"That you belong to me. You just don't know it yet.

I need you like I need to breathe, Moira. Like I need to fly.

So that's what it feels like," he mumbles, his breath coming heavy as he tilted towards sleep.
"What, what feels like?" I asked into the dark, the moonlight painting the coverlet silver.
I thought he'd fallen asleep entirely, but then, "To fuck a woman I'd die for.

I want you in my arms. I want you in my bed. I want to bury myself deep inside you and feel you shatter beneath me, again and again. I want you daily, nightly, repeatedly, constantly, forever. And when I know it's safe to take you, you'd best be ready. If you're not, you'd better run and hide, because it will take a legion of angels and demons to keep me off of you.

She might look like sex and candy, but there was no doubt she was untouchable. And didn't that just make me want to touch? Everywhere

Humans were made for love and beauty; their vulnerability was what made them feel on the deepest level and what could also crush their will to live.

... But I won't be your prey. There's only one hunter here." His grin sent a shiver down my spine. "I want something more from you, Sorcha Linden. More than your body.

Never stray from your own kind, Jessen," my mother would say, "or you could end up like Princess Morga, a slave and outcast to be abhorred."

The problem was, I'd never been a very obedient daughter. Never the one to do exactly as I was told. And fairy tales have no meaning when the stars align and Fortune spins her wheel, weaving her own story for your heart.

He was too big, too dark, too strong, too seductive… simply too much for her to resist.

I was doomed. Fated to follow her and this quest till the end. Even if it led me to the darkest pit of hell. I heaved a deep sigh.

Maybe the darkest pit in hell was worth it.

You still look like a pirate." I coiled my arms around his shoulders, sinking my fingers into his black hair.
He nipped my earlobe. "This pirate wants to pillage for treasure.

Funny thing about fear. When you cling to it, the fear grows exponentially, a monster morphing into a suffocating mass. But when you face it head-on, conquering the beast before it swallows you whole, you find there was nothing there to fear at all. The chains break, and the whole world feels lighter than ever before.

I let myself feel everything. Just this once, I wanted it all. I let him push our passion to the cliff, let my body synchronize to his in perfect harmony. Just this once, I let more than my body fall over the edge. With him.

Don't worry, Arabelle. I won't bite."
"Is that supposed to be funny?"
"No. That's a promise.

God, Kieren. Is there anything you're not good at?"

The huskiness in his laugh promised me he was good at everything.

I was torn apart. But you, my knight, you found all the pieces and put me back together.

This woman.
Her body.
Her soul.
I wanted it all.

You know, for a big, bad werewolf, you sure are sweet.

Don't start using 'sister' now to try and make me behave."

"Am I going to need to make you behave?

My spirit balanced on the razor's edge of light and dark, freedom and slavery, life and death.

I am not afraid of death." He pressed a kiss into her palm, the slow, sensual act weakening her knees. "I am afraid of losing you.

There was no way where this ended well. Where I ended whole. I was sure of it as I was sure demons danced in hell. And they did.

Don't settle, Genevieve. Don't let strangers grope you on dance floors. Don't allow college boys to fondle you in doorways. Don't waver in uncertainty about your own desires....Know what you want. Endeavor to seize it, and keep it when you do.

When he was rough, my body soared. When he was gentle, he slayed me.

I was a simple girl. And I honestly didn't want to debate whether a fallen tree really made a sound in the woods if no one was there to hear it. I'd rather discuss what kind of tree it was and if it held any medicinal properties that could be brewed into a healthful tea.

You say the naughtiest things for a duke."
He arched a brow. "How many dukes have you known?"
She glanced up as if trying to remember. "None but you.

The sun is nothing next to you." He licked along my bottom lip, then the top. "The sad little stars too. All fucking impressed." [...] "You are the original light Anya. Brighter than them all

She swallowed hard, her voice broken. "I'm sorry to disappoint you."
"Disappoint me?" She didn't understand. "What I didn't expect was you." He gestured with a hand. "This beautiful, sensual creature who begs me to kiss her and who looks at me like I'm the only man on Earth. The only man who matters. It's like I'm being pulled straight to hell… and for you?" He shook his head, unable to shut his mouth. "I would gladly burn for all eternity.

Feeling your body beneath me was the closest to heaven that I shall ever come." He spoke not in a whisper but on an intimate level, his voice rolling like the caress of dark velvet. "Your skin, your mouth, your body, your sweet, sweet moans, and your blood… I want them all. I want quite a bit more, actually. So you best prepare yourself, my lady. Since I'm already damned, I aim to have all of you. I want to see that look of ecstasy on your face over and over again when I'm buried deep inside you and you're screaming my name.

I kissed his scruffy check, my heart pounding like mad. "I love you. So much. I love you."

His mouth tipped up on one side. "I know."

"Oh, my God, Mateo. Did you just quote Star Wars to me?"

He grinned. "I sure did.

Your demon is looking at me." Fuck, I knew that. My canines were so sharp, they'd prick her tongue if she slipped it inside once I'd gotten my mouth on hers. Dropping the cigarette, I crushed it out. "He's always looking at you.

Only the strong will survive.

What came to mind was midnight and seduction, the fierce punch of possession. Dominance…Dommiel.

I can take care of myself just fine."

She meant take care of her own pleasure just fine. My pants grew tighter while I imagined taking care of her in my own way.

"I'm sure you can, but I'd like to apply for the job.

Believe it or not, I didn't plan to hit a witch with my car today." He shifted the gear stick into first and accelerated down the street. "It was on the agenda for tomorrow.

I'm not really what you'd call a damsel in distress."
"I hate fucking damsels. Always in such distress. Who wants a high-maintenance girl like that?

The lines had blurred. Not just between good and evil, or heaven and hell. But in my own fucking black heart. What was left of it anyway. Seems this beguiling, enigmatic angel had sparked some pitiful little light there.

If you could see the competition across the room, you'd tuck tail and run.

You want to be possessed, but not controlled. You want to be protected, but not smothered. You want to be dominated, but only in one way.

For many minutes, we did nothing but touch each other and absorb the sensation into our skin, as if love itself were a tangible blanket wrapping us in an unbreakable bond.

--her eyes darkened to indigo. A demon could lose his soul in eyes like that. If he had one.

Redemption was wonderful. But love? Well, hell. That was everything

She stepped closer and stared keenly into my eyes, as if she were trying to look through me to him.

I want you, too, Liana." A feather-light kiss, lingering and warm beneath my ear. "I need you… like the sun needs the sky." A hotter kiss down the slope of my neck, while he kept my hands and my body locked in place against the railing. "Like the stars need the night." He removed his mouth from my skin, sliding his hands up my arms, and then backed his body away from mine, holding me at the waist. "Like a dragon needs flight.

I couldn't explain it if I tried. Why the dominant animal that lived inside me needed her near me, within my protection, like I needed air in my lungs. It was older than time, this savage compulsion. If I'd been a true dragon like my ancestors, and not half human, I would've already tucked her beneath me, spread my wings in a show of dominance, and melted them with a breath of fire. But Morgons were more civilized, so I pretended I didn't want to maim them for looking too appreciatively at Liana, keeping her close to my side.

If you're half as hot as I get just when you walk into a room, then I'm a happy man."

Her fingers combed through my hair then slipped to the nape of my neck. "Then you should be a totally, blissed-out, high-as-a-kite happy man.

Now, I was a planet tilted off its axis. A brighter sun had appeared in my system, pulling me away from the world I knew before. All else paled in comparison to the magnificent Morgon man standing before me.

No one can tell you your artwork is worthless but you. And no one can tell you it has value but you.

My body was strong, even if I'd taken on a new injury since I'd been here. A sweet wound in the shape of Sister Liana.

Then take me to the stars, baby

A dragon was ten times more capable of swooping in and stealing the maiden away than that prissy fuckstick, prince charming.

I'd slay the whole world to keep you safe.

Stygorn. A vampire born of one of the ancients whose level of intuition, gift of glamour, strength, and speed was unparalled by any other supernatural. The only one with more power than the Stygorn was a Siphon witch like Jules. Except the Stygorn's level of power also gave them the ability to evade and/or harm Siphons by stealth.

Steel that is untested by fire is brittle and will break if it bends too far.

I can't even believe what I'm hearing," I muttered more to myself than to him. It was like Chewbacca speaking Klingon. Does. Not. Compute. Okay. Don't freak out on him.

You undo me, woman," he breathed.
"You make me whole," she whispered.

I hated you not because you'd gotten away and left me behind. I hated you because you took the light away." i grazed my lips against hers, breathing in her air. "My light, Nadya. You are my light.

Leaning close to her ear, he whispered, "Princess. If you can hear me, listen well. I must awaken you from this deep slumber. Pardon the intimacy and have no fear. I mean you no harm.

To thine own self be fucking true