Lara Adrian Quotes

What did he tell you? Did he say anything about me?"
Carys arched a slender brow. "You mean after he realized I wasn't someone he needed to attack for coming in to harm his woman?"
"Did he say that - those exact words?" Jordana's heart skipped a beat. "How did he say it? Did he specifically call me his woman?"
Laughing softly, Carys entered the room and took a seat on the edge of the bed. "I see this is even worse than I first suspected." She leaned in and whispered, "If you want to write him a note, I'll ask Rune to pass it to him after school.

He wrapped his palm around the back of her neck, possessive but tender as he gazed into his mate's brown eyes. She knows she's got me, anyway she wants me. Forever, if I have anything to say about it.

She started shaping the face, using a wire loop to gently carve the slope of the strong forehead and brow, then the nose and the lean angle of the cheekbones. In little time, her fingers were moving on automatic pilot, her mind disengaged and gone into its own flow, her subconscious directly commanding her hands into action.
She didn't know how long she'd been working, but when the hard rap sounded on her apartment door some time later, Tess nearly jumped out of her skin. Sleeping next to her feet on the rug, Harvard woke up with a grunt.
"You expecting someone?" she asked quietly as she got up from her stool.
God, she must have been really zoned out while she was sculpting, because she'd seriously messed up around the mouth area of the piece. The lips were curled back in some kind of snarl, and the teeth . . .
The knock sounded again, followed by a deep voice that went through her like a bolt of electricity.
"Tess? Are you there?"
Dante.
Tess's eyes flew wide, then squeezed into a wince as she did a quick mental inventory of her appearance. Hair flung up into a careless knot on top of her head, braless in her white thermal Henley and faded red sweats that had more than one dried clay smudge on them. Not exactly fit for company.
"Dante?" she asked, stalling for time and just wanting to be sure her ears weren't playing tricks on her. "Is that you?"
"Yeah. Can I come in?"
"Um, sure. Just a sec," she called out, trying to sound c

For us. Kellan, you have to promise me you'll give me that chance-"
"I can't promise you that, Mira. I can't promise to put you through any more hurt or distress than I already have." He took her face between his palms, tenderly smoothing his thumbs over her cheeks and her trembling mouth. "But I will promise you this: I love you. God, I always have.

Don't push me, Sia."
She shook her head. "I think a push is exactly what you need.

My brave, beautiful Chiara," he muttered. "God help you if you want me as much as I want you.

Everyone makes mistakes, Jenna. Everyone has regrets and guilt for things they should have done differently in their lives. Shit happens, and we do the best we can at the time. You can't blame yourself forever.

When I look into your eyes, one word leaps to my mind every time: Forever.

Let me go now, Lucan."

"I can't do that." He took her hand and lifted it to his lips. His mouth was warm and soft on her fingertips, weaving a spell around her as only he could do. He brought her hand closer, pressing her palm to his chest, to the heavy throb that beat against his ribs like a drum. "I can't ever let you go, Gabrielle. Because whether you want it from me or not, you have my heart. You have my love, too. If you'll accept it."

She swallowed hard. "What?"

"I love you." The words were low and earnest, a caress she felt deep inside of her. "Gabrielle Maxwell, I love you more than life itself. I've been alone for so long, I didn't know enough to recognize that until it was nearly too late." He stopped talking then, searching her eyes intently. "It's not . . . too late, is it?"

He loved her. Joy, pure and bright, poured through her to hear those words coming from Lucan.
"Say it again," she whispered, needing to know that this moment was real, that it would last.

"I love you, Gabrielle. With every ounce of life in me, I love you.

You just promised me eternity, you know. I can make you live to regret it.

No … she is mine. She stays with me.

Everything makes sense when I'm with you, Tess. My life makes sense, after so many years of running scared in the dark. You are the light, the reason I live. I'm bonded to you deep, woman. For me, there will never be another.

After everything I've done," he whispered harshly, "not only today, or eight years ago, when I left, letting you believe I was dead, but since the first day we met, Mouse. Ever since then, since the very beginning, you've stayed with me. You've always had my back." - Kellan
"I always will," she replied. Her voice was quiet, but her eyes were resolute. "When you love someone, that's what you do." - Mira

Used titanium hunting knife: sixty-three dollars.
Value: priceless.

Yeah, maybe I should make you scream for me," he uttered against her skin. "I want every male in this building to know that you belong to me. Only me.

Female, I give you fair warning: you are playing with fire - Tegan to Elise (Midnight Awakening

I never knew what it was to crave a woman's touch. Or to hunger for a woman's kiss."
"And now you do?" she asked hesitantly.
"Since I met you, Corinne Bishop, I've been thinking of little else.

You were great tonight, helping with Candice's wound and the funeral ceremony for Chaz ... such as it was."
"I only did what needed doing, and as for your friend's funeral, it was a beautiful good-bye you all gave him," she murmured. "Simple but pure. You honored him well, Kellan."
The phrase she used - one reserved for the solemnest occasions in Breed traditions - touched him in a way he couldn't express. Instead, he tipped her chin up on the edge of his hand and kissed her. Not the hungered kind of kiss that they'd been sharing each time they'd connected since her arrival back in his life a few days ago but a kiss shaped by tender caring and gratitude, by profound respect ... and, yes, love.
He loved this woman.
His woman.

It was too late to stop now.
This kiss had damned them both.

A miracle I never expected.
The angel I'll do anything to deserve.

Don't think I'm offering this out of duty or anything half as noble. You know I'm a selfish bastard who demands things go his way. I don't settle for anything less than what I want. And what I want right now, forever, is you." His eyes glowed bright with tender emotion. He held her face in his hands, searching her gaze with an intensity that made her blood heat beneath her skin. "I'm offering my bond because I love you. Because I need you, Jordana, and I don't want to know what life without you will feel like ever again.

You are a complication to be sure, Chiara Genova." He lifted her chin on the edge of his hand. His black irises swallowed her up, flecks of glowing embers mesmerizing her with their kindling heat. "You are also the most extraordinary woman I've ever met. And I would do anything – sacrifice any part of me, including my last breath – to keep you safe.

I can't help but desire you. I want to taste you again. This feeling I have for you is more than intense " he said roughly. "It is a possessive thing greedy. I look at you Corinne Bishop and all I can think is that you are mine.

I came because as soon as we figured out where you might be, nothing would've kept me from finding you. Nothing.

I'm bonded to her, Lucan. I love her. If you want to keep me out of this, you're going to have to kill me right here and now.

Why are you pulling away from me now? Why are you acting as if I don't mean anything to you?"
He held her gaze, his own haunted and filled with remorse. "Because it isn't fair to you, letting you think I could ever be any kind of mate worthy of you."
…
"I'd resisted the temptation for a very long time, Melena. And it was easy. Until I found you.

No, I'm talking about you, Nathan. What right did you have to storm into my life and mess everything up?

The feeling he had for her went far beyond lust. It was something profound and elemental, something primal and undeniable. Something possessive and permanent.
Mine.

You don't think I'm ... some kind of monster? That I'm not much better than him to have killed him like I did, in cold blood?"
"Never." Dante lifted her chin on the edge of his hand. "I think you're courageous, Tess. An avenging angel, that's what I think."
"I'm a freak."
"No, Tess, no." He kissed her tenderly. "You're amazing."
"I'm a coward. Just like you said, I always ran away. It's true. I've been afraid and running for so long, I'm not sure I can ever stop."
"Then run to me." Dante's eyes were fierce as he held her gaze.

Candlelight flickered in the adjacent bedroom. She followed the ambient warmth to the threshold and paused there, marveling at what she saw. Lucan's austere bedroom had been transformed into something out of a dream. Four tall black pillar candles set into intricate silver sconces burned in each corner. Red silk draped the bed. On the floor before the fireplace was a cushioned next of fluffy pillows and even more crimson silk. It looked so romantic, so inviting.
A room intended for lovemaking.
She took a step farther inside. Behind her, the door closed softly on its own.
No, not quite on its own. Lucan was there, standing on the other side of the room, watching her. His hair was damp from a shower. He wore a loosely tied, satiny red robe that skated around his bare calves, and there was a heated look in his eyes that melted her where she stood.
"For you," he said, indicating the romantic setting. "For us tonight. I want things to be special for you."
Gabrielle was moved, instantly aroused by the sight of him, but she couldn't bear to make love the way things had been left between them.
"When I left tonight, I wasn't going to come back," she told him from the safety of distance. If she went any closer, she didn't think she'd have the strength to say what had to be said. "I can't do this anymore, Lucan. I need things from you that you can't give me."
"Name them." It was a soft command, but still a command. He moved toward her with careful ste

I'm not a prince. God, never hold me in that light. You'll only be disappointed." His touch gentles, even his gaze goes hard with intensity. "I'm not a good man, Avery. But I am the one who loves you.

The broken parts of me recognise the fractures in him, even if he hasn't permitted me close enough to touch them yet.

I have no need for soft words or tender concern," he told her, praying she would heed it as the warning he intended. "Don't expect me to provide those things to you, either. That's not who I am. Look at me only as a weapon. A deadly one you'd be wise to steer clear of until this whole thing is over."
She didn't cower, even though he'd made grown Breed males tremble with less venom than he showed her now. She drew her shoulders more squarely, her eyes narrowed as she slowly shook her head.
"You're not a weapon, Scythe. You're flesh and blood. You're a man.

The truth gets uglier the longer you try to hold it down.

Art is meant to provoke emotions, Avery. Its sole purpose is to arouse our senses, even if it disturbs. Even if it's ugly. Even if it fucking scares the living shit out of you.

She wanted to feel him pound away her fears, a hammer to smash through all her guilt and pain and emptiness.

Maybe there's a place for a rebel ghost within the Order's ranks after all." - Lucan

There's danger in feeling," Tess murmured. Although she could not begin to imagine what kind of pain Dante carried within him, she felt a kinship growing between them. Both alone, both adrift in their worlds. "I don't want to feel anything for you, Dante."
"God, Tess. I don't want to feel anything for you either.

She slanted him a wary look. "Are you just trying to make me feel good? If so, don't bother."
"If I was trying to make you feel good, believe me, you wouldn't have to ask. You'd know.

Ah, fuck," he uttered raggedly against her lips.
"This wasn't supposed to happen. You weren't supposed to happen, Devony."
She hadn't been prepared for him, either.

By the time the human stuck his key in the lock of his third-floor apartment door and pushed it open, Dante was shoving him into the dark, tossing the guy across the spartan living room.
"Motherfu - " Sullivan came up out of his crash on one knee, then froze, his face caught in a wedge of light from the bare bulb glowing in the hall outside.
Something flashed in the human's eyes, something beneath his immediate fear. Recognition, Dante thought, figuring he probably remembered them from the club the other night. But there was anger there too. Pure male animosity. Dante could smell it seeping out of the human's pores.
He slowly got to his feet. "What the fuck's going on?"
"How about you tell us," Dante said, willing a lamp to come on as he strode farther into the place. Behind him, Chase closed and locked the door. "I'm pretty sure you can guess this isn't a social call."
"What do you want?"
"We'll start with information. It'll be up to you how we go about getting it."
"What kind of information?" His gaze swung anxiously between Dante and Chase. "I don't know who you guys are, and I don't have any idea what you're talking abou - "
"Now, see," Dante said, cutting him off with a chuckle, "that kind of bullshit answer puts us off to a real bad start." As the human's right hand slid into the deep pocket of his down-filled vest, Dante smirked. "You wanna convince me you're an idiot, go ahead and pull that gun out. Just so we're clear, I reall

Until I say otherwise, we're still on my terms, Miss Gates," he warned her, his voice rough and thick with promise. "Don't think I'm finished with you yet.

Leaving you was the last thing I ever wanted to do." He scowled, his grip holding her tighter, moving her farther into the heated wall of his body. "It was the hardest goddamn thing I've ever done. Ever, Claire.

His mouth was the only bit of softness on him. Wide and sensual, lips parted slightly in his drugged state, his mouth was profanely beautiful.

Wanting you this way is the last thing I should be doing, Brynne. But I'm not going to stand here and lie to you by pretending there's nothing between us." He caught her face in his palms. "I'm not going to stand here and let you lie about that either.

Wishing can be dangerous business. And dreaming only makes reality harder to accept.

Selling bullshit to a guy who peddled it for a living was no easy task. – Dylan

From the beginning, Tegan, you were more brother to me than any kin by blood. You still are."
Tegan felt likewise, in spite of all they'd been through. Maybe because of it. "I'll always have your back, Lucan. You can count on it.

She tried to tell herself he hadn't made any promises to begin with, but that made her feel like a bigger fool. He had never asked her to put her heart under his boot heels; she'd done that all on her own.

Thank you for bringing me home.

In the short time we've come to know each other, I trust him as a friend, a confidant.
As a lover.
I trust him as the partner I never dreamed I'd find.

Jehan snorted. "He's a legend in his own mind. Pay no attention to him."
Sav barked a laugh. "Envy isn't a good look for you, Highness."
"And you may kiss my royal ass, peasant.

Telling me not to worry about you is like telling me to stop breathing. No can do, babe. You knew that when you signed on with me.

Using the dagger next to him on the nightstand, Dante scored a fresh line on his wrist. He pressed the bleeding cut to Tess's lips, waiting to feel her respond, wanting to curse to the rafters when her mouth remained unmoving, his blood dripping down, useless, onto her chin.
"Come on, angel. Drink for me." He stroked her cool cheek, brushed a tangle of her honey-blond hair from her forehead. "Please live, Tess . . . drink, and live."

A throat cleared awkwardly from the area near the bedroom doorjamb. "I'm sorry, the uh . . . the door was open."

Chase. Just fucking great. Dante couldn't think of anyone he'd like to see less right now. He was too entrenched in what he was doing - in what he was feeling - to deal with another interruption, particularly one coming from the Darkhaven agent. He'd hoped the bastard was already long gone from the compound, back to where he came from - preferably with one of Lucan's size-fourteens planted all the way up his ass. Then again, maybe Lucan was saving the privilege for Dante instead.
"Get out," he growled.

"Is she drinking at all?"

Dante scoffed, low under his breath.

"What part of 'get out' did you fail to understand, Harvard? I don't need an audience right now, and I sure as hell don't need any more of your bullshit."
He pressed his wrist to Tess's lips again, parting them with the fingers of his blood by mild force. It wasn't happening. Dante's eyes stung as he stare

It felt right, seeing them joined as a mated couple. A partnership that had been tested more than most, and hard-won. Lucan

Do I look like I need a fucking group hug?

I'm not going to leave you here to bleed my friend dry."
"If that had been my intent, they'd already be dead on the floor.

This detour was only supposed to be temporary. I never dreamed I'd find forever here.

Persistence is often a detective's greatest ally.

There were precious few people you could trust, so if you wanted to survive, you'd better always look out for Number One.

I came home from the desert and my entire life blew apart. I'm not sure I'll ever be able to collect all of the pieces of who I used to be.

The Order will not splinter," Lucan replied, terse with fury for what Dragos was forcing them to consider. "We are warriors, Brethren. We are kin. We will not let anyone scatter us in terror."

Gideon nodded, solemn and silent. "Yeah," he said, meeting their gazes. "Fuck me, right? Totally crap idea. I don't know what the hell I was thinking.

She felt like she was walking up on a wounded animal, unsure if reaching out to him was going to win her a bit of uneasy trust or a vicious taste of fang and claw.

You have found your destiny, Gabrielle. Just like I said you would. I never told you it would be with me. ~ Lucan

I need you, Nick." I stare up into his haunted eyes. "Don't you know? That's where all of my wants and needs begin and end…with you.

Santa Claus has already been here and everything. Want to see what he brought for you?"
"Is it a big present?"
"Very big."
"With a big red bow on it?

I noticed." Lazaro slowly approached her near the bed. "I should be focused on a thousand other things right now. Instead, here I am. Noticing everything about you, Melena.

He wasn't prepared for how deeply this female was impacting his life. He didn't have room for the trouble she was bringing into his solitary world. And he sure as hell wasn't prepared to deal with all of the feelings she'd been stoking inside him from the moment their eyes first met.

Dante watched Tess eat the thick, caramel-laced brownie, feeling her pleasure radiate across the small space that separated them on the river-walk bench. She'd offered him a bite, and although his kind could not consume crude human food in anything more than a mouthful, he accepted a small taste of the sticky chocolate confection if only to share in Tess's unabashed enjoyment. He swallowed the heavy, pretty much revolting bit of pasty sweetness with a tight smile.
"Good, huh?" Tess licked her chocolate-coated fingers, slipping one after the other into her mouth and sucking them clean.
"Delicious," Dante said, watching her with his own brand of hunger.
"You can have some more if you want it."
"No." He drew back, shaking his head. "No, it's all yours. Please. Enjoy it.

Nikolai stroked her cheek, then wrapped her in his embrace. "You're safe," he said tenderly beside her ear. "I've got you, and I'm going to keep you safe.

You lost a brother in Alaska today, but you're always gonna have family in Boston.

So much for keeping things business when it came to Jenna Darrow. If this had been a test, he figured he'd just failed it with flying colors.

You've changed everything, Avery. You've changed me."
"Not too much, I hope. I happened to like the man you are."
I arch a brow. "You like him?"
"I love him," she says. "With everything I am, I love him.

You take care out there. Don't freeze off anything you might need later.

I shouldn't be your first. Then again, I don't think I've got honor enough to stand aside and let you give yourself to anyone else. Not now." "I want this," she whispered resolutely. "I want you.

Would I be healed now if you gave me your blood, Nikolai?"
"Are you asking me for it?"
"If I were, would you give it to me?

I have to do something purposeful with this new life – for myself as much as I want to show my people that I'm not the awful person they believe me to be. I need to prove that I have honor, that I'm worth something."
"You don't have to prove a damn thing to anyone, Sia. You are all of those things already.

Fuck you very much, if you think we're gonna let you do this on your own, Reichen.

I love you. I want you in my life, by my side. Forever, if you'll have me.

Some people are worth all the effort it takes to love them, or to show them that they're worth loving.

I'm honored to assist", Reichen told Lucan and Tegan as the three men loaded the last of the bags and weaponry. "I've often wondered what it might be like to stand among the Order as one of your own."
"Be careful what you wish for", Lucan drawled. "Depending how things go, theres a good chance we could end up knighting you on the field.

You would quit the Order for her? Niko asked, the youngest only behind Dante, and a warrior who relished his duty perhaps even more than Dante had himself.
I would quit breathing for her, if she asked it of me.

Just because you felt like a failure in the past, doesn't mean you can't get back up again and make something better of your future.

Doing some late-night home improvements, my man? ( ... ) For what it's worth, I never had any use for that froufrou French shit, either. - Tegan

Holy Moses on a pogo stick!!

I love you, Mira ... my Mate. My life. You're my everything.

If you would just listen to me . . . if you would just look at the pictures I took - "
"We've seen them, Miss Maxwell. Several times already. Frankly, nothing you've said tonight checks out - not your statement, and not these grainy, unreadable images from your cell phone."
"I'm sorry if the quality is lacking," Gabrielle replied, acidly. "The next time I'm witnessing a blood slaughter by a gang of psychos, I'll have to remember to bring my Leica and a few extra lenses.

Tell me what it is you needed, sweetheart."
"This. You," she said, sighing as the pleasure bloomed into something wild again. "I just needed to feel safe tonight. I needed to feel connected to something solid and warm and unbreakable. Just for a little while."
"Then hold on to me.

Sometimes it's hard to see the things that are holding us back. Sometimes it takes a push to make us truly open our eyes.

It kept him alive, he was certain; even more, it kept his darkest of his demons at bay.

You have quite a way with animals."

"They're my business," she said, as if she needed to explain her delight.

"You're good at it. That's obvious."

"I like helping animals. It makes me feel . . . useful, I guess."

"Maybe you could show me what you do sometime."

Tess cocked her head at him. "Do you have a pet?"

Dante should have said no, but he was still picturing her with those two ridiculous furballs and wishing that he could bring her some of that same joy. "I keep a dog. Like those."

"You do? What's its name?"

Dante cleared his throat, mentally casting about for what he might call a useless creature that depended on him for survival. "Harvard," he drawled, his lips curving with private humor. "I call it Harvard."

"Well, I'd love to meet him sometime, Dante." A chilly breeze kicked up, and Tess shivered, rubbing her arms. "It's getting kind of late. I should probably think about heading home."

"Yeah, sure." Dante nodded, kicking himself for making up a pet, for God's sake, just because it might win him some favor with Tess.

I'm ready when you are, Lucan."
"Okay," he said, shaking his head in defeat. "Let's go get our boy.

This female was: dangerous, stealthy, utterly lethal Gen One Breed. And hotter than hell itself.

The quest for truth by someone who isn't afraid to pursue it, no matter the cost.

I have to go to her, Lucan. For my own sanity, if nothing else. If I stay here, I'm not sure what good I'd be, to tell you the truth. She's the only thing that's held me together in a very long time. I'm a wreck for this woman, my friend. She owns me now.

No spark, no boom.

You're a good man, Dominic Baine."
"No. I'm not. But I want to be. For you."
"You're the only man I want. The only one I love.

Everything good in there, T? Niko quipped. You need backup or anything? Bag of marshmallows to roast over that little campfire you just started?

He was the ghost you never saw coming, death breathing down your neck before you even realized you were in the crosshairs.

God help him, but it was easy to pretend he was a better man when Naomi was writhing and coming apart in his arms.
It was easy to deny his deep dishonour at having given in to his own selfish needs and desires with her…and the guilt of being unable to regret it.