Katy Evans Quotes

He is what I never knew I wanted and now all I need.

There's an awful video of me on YouTube.com, titled Dumas, her life is over! which was taped by some amateur during my first Olympic tryouts and has had quite a bit of traffic-like all videos of humiliated people do. This is where the exact moment that my life shattered around me was perfectly immortalized on film and can now be played and replayed, over and over, so the world can watch for their enjoyment.

Holy shit, it's like porn with the romance.

T."
One word, one letter, from Malcom.
"Yeah, Saint?" Tahoe returns, lifting his eyebrows.
"Dibs.

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Weak men don't like string men, they remind them of what they failed to be.

Just don't talk to me about him, please! I love him, Melanie. I love him. He's not just a star, he's the whole fucking sky to me. He's the sun and every planet in this galaxy. It hurts me to think of him, don't you understand?

They called him prince when his father was alive, now he's about to take the king's throne.

I want to talk to him. I want to pick his brain. I'm curious and professionally thirsty, and maybe I want to accidentally press myself against him one more time. So I can smell him. No, definitely not that last.

I can see he thinks he's the ultimate creation, and he seems to believe every woman here is his Eve, created from his ribcage for him to enjoy. I'm both aroused and infuriated, and this is the most confusing feeling I've ever felt in my life. Brooke Dumas, REAL

There he is, a woman's living, breathing fantasy, doing his slow, cocky turn, spiky black hair, darkly tanned chest, dimpled smile-killer smile-all in the package of Remington Tate. He's perfection itself, and a new surge of hormones sweeps through me as I do what the rest of the crowd does and take in his visual, so blatantly on display in those low riding boxing shorts and so strikingly sexy, he becomes the center of my attention. The center. Of my. World.

So the saying goes, there are two dogs barking over your shoulder, fear or determination. Which one wins? The one you feed. Never feed the dog who's afraid.

You're so fragile you've boxed yourself up so you don't break.

I'm the realest fucking thing you're ever going to have.

She gets that words are sometimes bullshit and people don't mean what they say and through it all it's only actions that matter.

Larger than life itself, and I can't even believe this striking creature was once a little bit mine.

An orgasm is not what I want and I know it. What I want, need, is so much more than that. It's the connection.The exhilarating contact with this human being, a being that compels me like no other. I miss his touch, his kiss. I don't care if he gives me just a little kernel of what he can give; I'm just starving to be fed, and my body has never been like this hungry.

Why does he look at me like this? Why like THIS? Like he wants inside me as much as I want him. Like he wants more than my body, like he wants to suck the blood out of me, eat my soul up, and then pray to me.

Remy you're my king." I hug him hard. "There's no chess game for me without you.

He looks at me with his blue eyes or black eyes, and every time he does, I just know I'm
right where I want to be.

You're all I think about, dream about. I get high and low and it's all about you now, it's not even about me anymore. I can't sleep, can't think, can't concentrate worth shit anymore and it's all because I want to be the fucking 'one' for you and as soon as you realize what I am, all I'll be is a fucking mistake!

There's never a right time for you to fall. It's why they call it falling. It's an accident. In one second. Just pray that wherever you land, you're not there alone.

I want to be that guy you can't ever take out of your head, Rachel. The one you've been waiting for. I want you to have eyes just for me and smile just for me and a tone of voice only I will hear.

I want him to lose control because of me. I want that man to want me like I'm his next breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Hell, I want him to crave me like a feast. And take me like a beast.

He's complicated and complex, a labyrinth I want to lose myself in. He's my fighter, and I really want to fight to be with him.

You never know what really lies under a look and you can't apply reason to every feeling. But it's all there.

You think me relentless?
I'm much worse than that.

One day I'll do all the things I need to. And she'll be mine. Mark my words."

"Does she know this yet?" I ask, quietly.

"I just told her." he says.

You know my every side, you've seen me in every way, and you let me see you in the way you let no man see you. And somehow we still crave to be with each other. Not because I'm broken and I make you feel good about yourself… because I'm not broken with you. You get me and I get you. I accept you, I cherish you. I fucking revere you. Just as you are. I want no other woman in my life and I want you to have no man but me. So I love you.

You wanted me." His breaths come fast, his eyes wild. "Here I am." He fucks his cock into me ten times, fast and hard, making me yelp in delight of his claiming, and when my muscles seize up and my body prepares for another earth-shattering orgasm, he lets me come, keeping the frantic pace, and then growls and prolongs his own orgasm ...

My ovaries kind of like him." I add, "A little,

I've fallen in love a hundred times in my life! But never like you. So I wonder if I really fell or just tripped, you know?

I want to marry this girl. I want to marry her now.

And then I imagine the look on her face when I tell her I'm bipolar.

At least if I keep my love a secret, he and I can still have this wonderful, odd, exciting relationship where I love him in silence and pretend he's loving me in silence too.

If you can come to my fight, you can come in my arms.

Me has a perfectly structured face, beautiful lips, and eyes greener

He's the president now, but he's still Matt. My first crush, my first love. And I know that after Matt, I'll never want or love another man again.

I'm not good at making promises. But I would like you to know I've never been serious about a girl until I met your daughter, and now that I know I'm the first man she's brought home, I'm aiming to be the last.

I wanted a girl as perfect as Brooke, and instead, she gave me something I never knew I wanted: something perfect that looks like me.

To my lady. May she have success in all her endeavors, health and friendships, and may I not take my own last breath until she takes hers. May she always know I love her.

Seriously, men." Gina scowls when she turns back to us. "We're royalty when they want to fuck. Thrilled to have as much sex as their anatomy allows, and then we're nothing.
Women need a reason to have sex, men just need a place.

You cope knowing I love you, that's how you cope. I fucking love you, he hisses.

Think of me like crazy.

What are you afraid of?"
"The world."
"Relax. The world's in my pocket.

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I feel him brush the grape over my lips again. Instinctively, sensually, I open my mouth and let him feed it to me, breathing hard. By the time I swallow, his smile is gone.

It feels like he's marking me. Like he's preparing me for something monumental. That could both change and ruin my life.

I just want to cuddle with my Lion and give him all the love nobody in the world has given him but me.

He is the man his father groomed and that a nation has waited for.

I'll never recover if he breaks my heart. ~Brooke

I'd say people respond to me on four levels and four levels only; they want to pray to me, be me, do me or kill me.

The sheets are somewhere at our feet but he's so hot and warm that I press as tight as I can to his body and fall asleep. When I stir during the night, I'm awakened by the odd, novel sensation of a powerfully built arm tightening around me and settling me back against the spot I've warmed against him. My extremities tingle when I peek up at his shadowed face and realize I'm in bed with him. He's sleeping or at least he appears to be. Then he turns his head, his eyelids parting open, and when he sees me, he kisses my lips again, licking them softly before he draws back to press his nose back into my hair, tucking me back into him.

She is the one relentless, constant thought in my head and tug in my damn chest. The only she that has ever existed in my life.

... .he grabs my wrists and pins my arms up above my head, locking them in one hand. "Are you mine?" he asks gruffly, as his hand returns between my thighs and briefly enters me. I gasp. Undone. Delirious. "I'm yours." His expression is tense, ravenous, so hot as he scrapes his finger deep into my channel. "Do you want me inside you?" My need clogs my windpipe as pleasure shoots down my legs. "I want you everywhere. All over me. Inside me.

My answer is no.

There are things you're certain about. That you'd bet your life on. Things that you just know. You know the heat of a fire will burn you. Water will quench your thirst. She is one of those things; the most unerring certainty of my life.

You think you need me, little firecracker?" The gruff question travels all the way through me, and I have to press my thighs together to stop the tremor in me. "Baby, the way you need me can only barely cover half of the way I need you." The unexpected sadness in his voice yanks my gaze back to his.

You're mine. My obsession. My dreams. My hope. My heart.

He just f****d my name right in front of me.

His head is busy moving between my parted thighs. He makes low purr-like sounds between my legs and is so surprisingly ravenous I can feel his teeth. His nails bit into my thighs as he devours me like he's the one deriving pleasure from the act, and I'm so turned on by the way he laps me up, that I come.

You bring out a side in me I thought I didn't have." His voice is low and reverent somehow, as are his eyes, knowing and grateful. "I've been told that I'm reckless, that I could not be relied upon, that I couldn't make a difference for others - just for myself. My father looked at me as if I was to blame for everything, and Mother as if I would get myself killed. People look at me like I can get them the moon, but you look at me like I already did. Like all I need to do is exist, and you would be happy," he murmurs, tracing his thumb down my earlobe as he smiles at me, his eyes happily twinkling. "I like it, Rachel.

When you open your mouth to say something, it makes it real. The fact that you don't voice it means you're fighting it.You're not letting it matter enough to spill it out.

He laughs more darkly.
You are so fucking mine you don't even know how mine you are.

Your blinded because you're mine.
No. I see you because I'm yours.

From a man who fights like crazy, arouses me like no other, is the sexiest thing I've ever seen. From the man who plays me sexy music, gives me his t-shirt to sleep in, protects me as fiercely as a lion, and yet won't take me when I'm naked and trembling in his arms ...

Mind. Body. Soul. All of you for me. All of you mine.

Love is funny thing. I don´t know if you can call it a "thing" precisely. It´s a force. An energy. A feeling. A moment. A look, a kiss, a smile. All those things in one. It sneaks up on you; you never see it coming. And when it does finally hit you, It isn´t a small little poke. It´s like a rhinoceros rammed itself against your chest. Or you just got run over by a car. It knocks the wind out of you. Slams you against wall. Kick-starts yout heart. You lose your apetite. You can´t sleep. Some can call love a sickness. Seriously, you´re sick over another human being. You belong to them. They control your feelings with the look in their eye. They change the way you see yourself, feel about yourself. You feel like your world shifted, and everything´s the same, but you aren´t. I say it´s funny because it seems to bend and twist every concept of reality you have. You can survive off nothing. The only thing sustaining you is the feeling, energy, force. You can go days without decent sleep. You´re not hungry for anything exept that one person who seems to occupy your every thought. Time slows down when you´re without them. Seconds feel like hours, minutes like days, And whenn you´re together, time moves at the spped of light. It´s alla blur, and when it´s over, you don´t remember half the things you were doing but you just remember this feeling. This bliss. And it is all over in a flash. And you´re back to counting the long, eternal minutes until you see him again.

I'm so fucking in love with you I don't even know what to do with myself anymore.

I'd do it all again for another moment with him. I'd do it all again with him. I'd leap blindly into the air if only there were even a 0.01 percent chance that he'd still be there, waiting to catch me.

Matt takes the folder with lazy grace, his gaze still holding mine, his voice still terribly deep and unnerving. "See? I knew there was a reason I brought you on. You make me look good.

Did you know men's testosterone rises when they see a new attractive female? His doesn't. It just goes through the roof when he sees you-his female.

His dark hair is perfectly recklessly up today, those tanned muscles flexing as he extends out his arms and does his little turn. And here I am, my breath caught between my lungs and my lips as he turns around and scans the crowd. As soon as he spots me, his eyes come alive, as alive as I feel when he smiles at me. He holds my gaze while those dimples flash, and I swear he stares at me in a way that makes me feel that I am the only woman here.

I don't want to be yours. I want to be your fucking REAL.
-REMY

There's no point to love. Truth, loyalty - there's something that lasts

But there's this one girl. My private property.

I want to know what it's like to lie next to him without anything between us.

I have met the most wonderful girl. Do you remember I told you about her on my last visit? I let her go. I let the woman I love go because I didn't want her to go through what Mom went through. And I've realized that I can't do this without her. That I need her. That she makes me stronger. I don't want to hurt her if it's my turn to end up here - I don't want her to cry every night like Mother does because I'm no longer here with her. Or cry because I'm across the country and she needs me and turns around to find out I'm gone. But I can't give her up. I'm fucking selfish, but I can't give her up.

If I know him and like him just a little bit more than I already do, our emotional connection will be too strong for me to ever go back to the way I was before him.

Why'd you want to have sex with me? To have a f*cking adventure? What was I supposed to be? Your one-night-f*cking stand? I'm every woman's adventure, damn you, and I don't want to be yours. I want to be your f*cking REAL. You get that? If I f*ck you, I want you to belong to me. To be mine. I want you to give yourself to me - not Riptide!

But it still feels like there's a popularity contest here I didn't sign up for.

I love you." I try to hold his gaze with all the honesty and strength that I can muster. "Touch me now. Hold me now. Love me. Let yourself love me. I'm scared too."
- Regina Wylde

I want your hands on my head."
I nod and edge back to make room for him. "Does it calm your racing thoughts?"
He shakes his head, then takes my hand and spreads it open over his wide chest, his voice textured as he traps my gaze with his. "It calms me here.

I consider telling my building guard not to let him in, but I hear the ring of the elevator and realize the guard must have recognized the motherfucker from when he brought me home last week.

Remington Tate, I swear to you - I swear - that when I'm able to get up from this stupid bed and run again, you're always, always, going to be the one thing I'll run straight to.

I'm high from him, from the looks, the stolen touches, the secret lust, watching him at rally after rally, speaking firmly and from the heart to crowds calling out his name.

I know men laugh about this. About being pussy-whipped. About panting like a dog after a girl. About wanting a woman more than you want to want her. I don't fucking care. They can keep their sarcasm. I'll take the girl.

Have you ever been anyone's?"
"No. And you?"
"I've never wanted to."
"Neither have I. Until I saw this lovely girl in Seattle, with big gold eyes, and pink, full lips ... and I wondered if she could understand me ...

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He grabs me and scoops me up like I weigh nothing, then he raises his voice as he swings around, angry and commanding. "It's because of this woman I'm still fighting!"
A sudden silence falls across the crowd, and Remington's hard, enraged voice continues telling them, "Next time I'm on the ring, I'm going to fucking win for her, and I want all of you who hurt her tonight to bring her a red rose and tell her it's from me!

No picture I saw online truly captured the effect of that tanned, well-structured face in person. Absolutely none. His face is walk-straight-into-a-wall stunning, and I won't even dwell on his body, but now I understand why his bed is the most coveted spot in town.

If you want a full man, you need to be the full version of yourself. Never expect anyone to complete you. Don't be two halves to make a whole, be two wholes and make something more.

I need her with me. She goes where I go.

He's as hot, smooth, and rich as a lava cake. And he makes politics thrilling," she says.

Love should make you feel good about yourself and about the person you are when you're with the one you love.Love should make you feel accepted a you are.

I want to take you home." My toes start curling, and he continues in that low, husky voice until my whole stomach feels like a knot. "And I want your phone number, and when I come back to town, I want to see you again.

Why won't you take me, Remington?" He groans and pulls me closer. "Because I want you too much".

I feel claimed and bonded to him like animals do. I feel like I've already been caught and trapped and he's merely priming me, leaving me to simmer in my juices, anxiously waiting for the moment when he takes his first bite of me.

I promise. I promise, you have my heart, and you have me. You will always have me.

My body melts into his hard one until his strong arm, coiled around my small waist, is all that hols me upright. I don't know if I'm bad for him, or him for me. All I know is that this is as inevitable as an incoming tsunami, and I'm just bracing for the swim of my life.

When you belong to someone . . . you don't kiss anyone else. You don't kiss his enemy. You don't lie to him. Betray him.

Do you know what I'd do for you?" A huskiness enters his voice as he circles my chin with his thumb.
"You're the only heaven I will ever know, Rachel" - he looks into my eyes - "and if you were a hell, I'd sin my whole life just to stay with you.

I am in love with stories. How they shape our lives. How they mark people who don't even know us. How they can impact us even when an event didn't exactly occur in our own lives