K.I. Lynn Quotes

Feelings aren't right or wrong, they just are, and we can accept all feelings
no matter what they are...
If you can take that in,
it will free you up.

We can give her what is best, what she deserves. We used to be that man, we can be him again.

I may be fucked up beyond repair, but I can still see the truth. You deserve so much ... you deserve a loving heart and a caring hand, understanding and kind words to erase the false ones.

You are so fucking sexy, Lila, that all I can think of doing right now is bending you over that table and slamming into you again and again. Hard. My cock is like fucking steel at the thought of being inside you again. You need to be punished for making me want you this much.

Yes, it was my birthday dinner - May 30th.

Because I was angry at her for making me feel for her.

You're dead inside, just like me.

With you I see a spark I've never seen in him. Love has many shapes and depths, some richer than others. His for you is breathtaking.

Excited my little whore? Yes, that's what you are, letting me fuck you the way I do. You know that's not good. Letting me punish you. My cock wants to be down your throat, inside your pussy and ... In your ass. You tease me with it every fucking day.

He sighed. "Why are you sitting out here? If you came this far, why don't you go in and see her? She knows you're here, after all."
My head snapped up. "She's awake?"
I watched Darren turn to look at me, a sad smile on his lips. "No, not yet."
"Then how do you know she knows?"
"Her heart rate's been steady all day. It picked up about fifteen minutes ago," he said, then quirked his brow. "How long have you been sitting out here?"
I stared up at him in wide-eyed shock. "About fifteen minutes."
"That's what I thought.

She deserved more, so much more than me; an angry, depressed, broken man. I couldn't give her what she needed - love. So, I did what I had asked her to do. I left.

Why?" I asked, confused. Why did he care?
"Why what?"
"Why was he having a panic attack?"
She stared at me with her eyes wide before she leaned in.
"Lila ... because he thought he'd lost you; he thought you were dead."
"He didn't have me to lose." My breathing picked up as the emotional pain tightened my chest. "He threw me away.

She is f*cking gorgeous and sexy as hell. Sin should be her middle name.

Nate: "With all the times you've said 'fuck' tonight, I think I know what you really want. What you need, Lila."
Lila: "What is it that you think I need?"
Nate: "Cock. You need a fucking hard cock in your tight little pussy."
Lila: "You're an expert on what my pussy needs?"
Nate: "Yes, and it needs a cock to fuck it."

I'm yours. All that I am, if you want it. I'm not much, but I know I can be so much more with you.

This is your fault. F*cking flirting with another guy in front of me, practically offering up your p*ssy to him. But it's not yours to give away, is it? That's right, baby, it's not. Your f*cking p*ssy belongs to me, and I'm going to make sure everyone know that it's taken.

I'm mad at myself and pissed at you for wrapping me around your little fucking finger."
"But I didn't ... "
"I know!" he yelled, his anger seeping from him. "And that ticks me off more. I hate that you turn me on. I hate the way I need you all the fucking time. I don't want that. I can't want that. I can't want you ... but I do, so fucking much I do.

I wondered if I was like a drug addict going through withdrawal. I had all the symptoms, my physical dependence on Lila showing its ugly self.
My depression and anxiety spiked, and I craved her more than I ever had before. I needed her.

You are my cock slut, my sex goddess, and my beautiful girl. That's all you need to know.

Maybe I'll paint you white. Fuck. You'd love that, woudn't you? Have my come all over your body.

When we touched ... it all clicked into place. He was my soul mate; I could feel it when he was near. Our bodies together made sense; our lives on a whole had new meaning. We were no longer condemned to walk alone like the undead.

He took from my body, my heart, my soul. In return he gave himself to me the only way he knew how: with bruising hands, passionate kisses, and hard thrusts.
His body was sin, his cock was sin, and I was a sinner.