Kate Canterbary Quotes

I needed to see her. It was wild and illogical, and in the right light it was manic. I just didn't care.

I was a goner for this girl. Was gone when I started lusting over her ankles but this was some higher-level cosmic soul mate shit.

I loved her, fully and completely, and she brought out the best version of me.

It's like there's a part of me that was wrecked for a long, long time, and you restored it. You restored me. And I want you to know how much I needed that."
"It goes both ways, my love.

He ran his nose along my neck with a needy growl. Fuck, I liked that sound. It screwed with my feminism to admit this, but I liked reducing him to his basest instincts. I liked him hungry for me, and desperate to kiss and bite and growl and fuck. Or maybe that was exactly how feminism was supposed to go.

I want you and I've known it for a long time, and I don't want to wait anymore. I can't. I can't wait anymore.

Sam?"
I couldn't keep my hands off her, and they were everwhere from her legs to her belly to her breasts, and as much as that shirt turned me on, it needed to go. It was cute while it lasted. "Yes, Sunshine?"
"If I let you in," she said, climbing onto her bed as I followed. "Promise not to break anything."
She was caged beneath me, her hand firm on my cock while I inched the skirt up her sides, but she was suddenly so much more delicate than I'd ever noticed.
"It's a deal," I whispered. "Just don't break me either, okay?

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I am going to marry you so hard you won't remember your maiden name. I'm going to love you and protect you, and I'm going to put up with your brothers and the violent citrus-throwing, too. You better get used to it because I'm here to stay.

Sam was rough and wild, and sweet all in the ways that I needed. That I'd missed.
He held me with all the love and adoration he could gather into a single embrace, and he fucked me like he was conquering a village.

Shannon: He's gone out of his way to avoid speaking to me for the past four days because of this.
Will: You want me to kill him?
Shannon: No but I appreciate the offer.
Will: Anytime
Will: You're not a bitch, peanut.
Shannon: I'm pretty sure you've been telling me otherwise for months.
Will: I'm allowed to insult you, I make up for it in orgasms. Those other fuckers are not, and God help them if they upset you again.

There are tornadoes in my head sometimes"…
"I know," he said as his lips met mine. "But your storms, they don't scare me.

He wanted me in a way I didn't comprehend. I'd never been on the receiving end of the attention - desire - like this and I didn't trust it. it seemed too much, too fast, too good to be true.

I love you, too, and I'm not listening to any opening remarks or qualifications on the matter. You are my fire and ice, my calm and chaos, my everything, and I can't remember life before loving you.

There was room on the rainbow for everyone.

I understand that you're not ready," he replied. "But know this: I'm not going anywhere. I'm right here, waiting for you.

Starting a harem?"
"Don't you know that term is outdated and perjorative?" she snapped. "It's polyamorous love puddle now.

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I love judging men," Shannon mused. "Objectification is an essential element in taking down the patriarchy.

If I could hold on to her, I'd be okay.

What was that?" he asked. He didn't stop thrusting. He went right on rocking over every tender, pulsating inch of me.
"An orgasm," I said into the blankets. "Surely you've encountered more than your own, commando."
"If that was an orgasm, it was a pathetic one," he said, his arm snaking around my waist and hiking me up.
I looked over my shoulder at Will, horrified. "Did you just insult my orgasm?"
"Yes," he said, nodding. "Now get your little ass over here. You can do better."
Of course this asshole wasn't finished. "And what are you getting out of this?"
He bent me over the edge of the bed, my feet not even touching the ground as he moved in me. "If you have to ask," he grunted, "you've been doing it wrong.

He had a Batman tramp stamp, for fuck's sake. There was no quicker way of announcing one's man-child status than that.

Ah, Samuel? Eyes up here, please."
I dragged my gaze from her breasts to her lips, and lifted my brows. "Yeah, you're not my type, but you have an incredible rack, and I'd like having those lips on my dick."
It sounded like my usual bullshit, but it was possibly the most honest, unfiltered thing I'd said all day.
She snorted, spraying vodka from her mouth and nose, and shook her head. "You need to shut that shit down. I'm not giving you a blowjob. Stop thinking about it.

It's so great that you have opinions," she mused. "Even better that I don't give a single fuck what you think." She leaned forward, folded her arms on the edge of the bar. "Then again, I can't give a single fuck because I don't have any. Literally.

I needed to lick him, bit him, kiss him, hold him, claim him. I needed to fill my hands with every little thing I could offer, and beg him to take me as I came and promise to give him anything, everything.

Lips and tongues and teeth all fought for control, and oh holy fuck, I was bringing this girl to her knees tonight. I didn't care what it took, she was going to surrender to me.

I'll always wait for you. Don't you dare doubt that" … "I'll be right here when you're ready for me.

You're so much … And I want all of it.

Inside five days, she became my left hand, and she loved it. It was a good thing she had no idea what I was doing with my left hand when she wasn't around.

She flew with her own wings, and I had to let her. She'd come back to me in due time, and she'd come home, too.

It was as if Strawberry Shortcake fucked Winston Churchill, and nine months later, Shannon Walsh was born.

I wanted the right to go to her, to be with her, to call her mine.

He was everything to me, and I was dying to be everything to him.

All I want to call you is mine … You're mine and I'm yours.

Shannon…" he sighed, his head resting on my thighs. "I want you. For a long time. A long fucking time. If you don't, I need you to lie to me, because there's a real possibility that I'll cry right now if you say no.

While this looks all nice and civilised, the two of you better get back upstairs. I know why you're here, and you're assholes. Get the fuck out.

You should never sit around waiting for life to start because it's leaving you with every second."
"You should explore the world," I said, tears springing to my eyes for no rational reason. "Do dangerous thing. Ignore the fuck out of conventional wisdom. Walk on fire. Treat everyone with kindness because people are the only things worth holding on to. Live without regrets because there is no time for that shit. Never forget the way home, and leave a trail of breadcrumbs if you have to. Love, and get your heart broken, and say fuck it, and love again and then again.

You showed me more. You showed me that I could have crazy, wild happiness, and we could make something incredible together.
I want something incredible with you. Something safe and forever and real, and know that I will never want it with anyone else, ever.

Riley: I have to ask you something.
Heroine: Shoot…
Riley: Bear with me. I can't believe that we haven't discussed this yet so I'm a little nervous.
Heroine: Now I'm nervous.
Riley: You have nothing to worry about. Your life will continue just fine. It's mine that might come crashing down here.
Riley: How do you feel about comics and superheroes?
Heroine: DC or Marvel?
Heroine: Nevermind, that's a terrible question. I'd never want to choose. I love the ensembles. The Avengers, the X-Men, the Justice League.
Heroine: But I haven't read any in 20 years. I've caught up with the movies as they've been released, though. Most of them have been really good.
Heroine: Are you still with me?
Riley: Yes. Sorry. I just spontaneously orgasmed.
Heroine: What?
Riley: Nothing. But I'll talk to you later. Something just popped up.

Like you pointed out, I'm not your type. You're a nice lady, you know, once you've been fed and wined, but you're not my type either. We're just people in really fucked-up situations, and we need some help dealing with those situations," he said "What we're talking about here ... it's preservation. I need it as much as you do.

We're going to make it work. We're going to figure it out … Tell me, Tiel. Tell me we're gonna last because I can't have you right now if this isn't real."
"It's real," I said. "We're real.

I've spent eleven days with you in the past eight months and that's all it took for me to fall for you. Because I've sent you over five thousand texts and called you two hundred and eighteen times and you know what I have to show for that? I fucking love you.

I'm not like most people," I said carefully. "I don't feel the need to post all of my thoughts and experiences on the internet, or see anyone else's thoughts and experiences. I'd rather take my time to understand someone piece by piece. I don't want to condense anyone down to a blurb or caption. I want to hold and treasure every piece, and I want someone to do the same to me.

The way you're looking at me right now," he said, his voice turning thick, his words plucked one by one. "It tells me you have no idea that I'm lost to you, that I'm in love with you, that I can't fucking breathe without you.