Kendall Grey Quotes

The shadows outside tamed none of him. No, they cast him as stronger and more dangerous than ever before. He was bigger. Hungrier. Predatory.

He said nothing as he crawled through the window, but his dark, flashing eyes and body stalking toward her spoke volumes.

Gavin swept the street again with his Dreamsense. As far as he could tell, no Fyre Elementals had snuck up while his brain evacuated it's cranial real estate in favor of warmer southern climes in Hardwood Heights.

Toombs sees me. This man I've admired in agonizing silence for so long sees me.
And I see him too. Up close, in vivid colors. He's a moving symphony of darkness, wicked temptation, and macabre tattoos.
He's beautiful.

But by God, if I don't get laid tonight, my cooter will go nuclear and wipe out a city block.

Fragments of the future spun past like whirling puzzle pieces with an endless array of combinations. Yet, even with millions of possible outcomes, the same conclusion punctuated every scenario: blissful happiness.
Love.

I'm gonna need a strap-on, a dildo, some lube, condoms, and more of that tequila.

Their eyes locked and something deep rocked the space between them - like an earthquake shaking things up at the surface, redrawing boundaries in its wake, depositing new emotions to be catalogued.

This might be the last time you get to drive the beef bus to tuna town," I say. "You'd better make it good, so I don't have any excuses to forget your hot ass.

May the strings that bind us never break May our wild asses forever shake May our unquenchable fire keep our dreams awake

In this nasty-ass strip club bathroom full of pissing dudes and possible rogue ejaculators, Shades is no longer some guy I love fucking. He's some guy I fucking love.

Only in America - the land of the free - can an innocent person be forced to plead the Fifth for exercising their First Amendment rights. Say what you want, but you better shut your fucking pie hole if it offends someone's delicate sensibilities.

Jesus, Mary, and Joseph. He was about to engage in some hellaciously naughty fornication.

Leaning close enough for me to count his whiskers, he mines my vag for oil and says softly, "You do what you gotta do, and so will I. We're heading to the bus. When we get there, I need you humping my face. Breathing is optional. Orgasms are mandatory. You don't leave until you squirt at least twice. Understand?"

I try in vain to catch my breath. "We may be in for a long night."

The corner of his mouth twitches into a smile, and he slows his strokes. "I hope so.

My goal tonight is to maintain a steady stream of invincibility. If I hit stage four - "I'm Invisible" - I'll likely pass out, and that would ruin all my fun.

Everyone deserves happiness, Rax. Even the lowest of the low. Even us.

I don't have much anymore, but I'll give you everything I got.

She glanced at his handsome profile. It would be a long time before she forgot anything that happened tonight. But she had to pretend, for the sake of the Librus team--her friends--that everything was hunky dory. That she didn't give a rat's ass about Byrn. That his man-whoring didn't bother her in the least.
That she didn't love him like whoa.

She'd never known true contentment before now. She had waited her whole life for someone to set her free.

I wanna spray this fucking wall with cum graffiti.

I figure if the neighbors haven't called the cops by the time I'm done with Rax Wrathbone, I'm doing him all wrong.

Nothing about this scene is right, but at this point, I'm so full of wrong, I'll do whatever they want and ask myself for forgiveness later. I'm driving the bus to hell anyway. May as well take a little vacation while I'm in town.

Am I that hideous?" My chest tightens.

His head whips back my way. "No. Don't ever say that shit. You're…I think you're beautiful.

In the weak light of the lonely lamp, he held onto her, for a solid minute, his head buried in her neck as if he needed her. Just like the night in the hotel room when he pressed his forehead to hers and damn near liquefied her heart.

No place I'd rather be stuck than inside--er, with you, Dr. Morgan.

Goddamn you for making me love you so fucking hard.

What's the problem? I already fucked you six ways to Saskatchewan. It's not like we're dealing with undiscovered country here.

Absorbing the rest of her shadow into his, he knuckled the wall on either side of her head, trapping her in the cage of his arms, but not touching. The cool, sweaty bricks ground into his skin. She shivered and flattened her hands as if clinging to the wall for protection. Fire flared low in his gut, spurring him on.

What I'm saying here is sometimes the one you love introduces you to the person inside - the real one who you're close to, you don't even recognize her. Sometimes the one you love knows you better than you know yourself. They bring out the best in us when we least expect it.

Love is like music. You have to work at it. Love is ugly and painful sometimes, but it can also be pretty fucking awesome once you figure out how to play the right notes to the right rhythm