R.K. Lilley Quotes

He startled me by tipping my chin up wish his finger.
I blinked at him.
"You look different."
"What do you mean?"
He hummed low in his throat, and I about lost it. It was the sexiest noise I'd ever heard. "Fuck, Danika, I know that look. Were you taking your own version of a 'shower' in there?

A love like that makes you better, even if you lose it all, even if it was for one precious moment in your life, you can't be sorry that you had it. Trust me on this.

I'm tired of hating you ... When all my heart has ever needed is to love you.

You put your soul into those paintings, and nothing in this world is more beautiful to me than that soul of yours.

Tristan's decline was steady and sure after that.
Every tragedy, every harship, seemed to suck him just a little bit deaper into the grip of his own personal hell.
It felt like every slip up, every relapse, was pulling us down, until the weight of all our failures was dragging us under.
At first we were drowning together, but my will to survive was too strong to let that continue forever.
My hold on him became weaker and weaker, and eventually, every finger broken, my hands opened, and I let him go.
No one could say I didn't fight for him. No one could say I didn't lose.

I love you, too, James, but that doesn't give you a free pass." "No, it doesn't. Being your Dom does that, Love. I've compromised far more for you than I've ever done for anyone or anything in my life. Controlling you sexually is something I won't be bending on ...

The director cleared her throat just a few shots in. "Um, so, is there anything you can do about that, Mr Cavendish? This is not an X-rated publication ... "
James, shameless bastard that he was, seemed completely unfazed. "You'll just need to shoot me waist up. You were the one who wanted my girlfriend in the shot, putting her hands on me. What did you think was going to happen?

Good, I thought, relieved. At least I'd actually gotten the flight right. Getting her schedule had turned out to be a challenge. It had taken over a week of calling in favors, in fact, and that was with me knowing the CEO of her airline personally. The comings and goings of airline employees were well-guarded, I had learned.

He began to work on me with his mouth, making me pant and beg in scant seconds. After coaxing a quick, intense orgasm out of me, he rose.

She opened for me, every part of her available and soft for me. Except her heart, I thought. That she had closed to me, if it had ever been open.

That's the emptiest feeling, to know that you would hurt someone else just to feel something.

You are the most perfect fucking thing I've ever seen in my life

What are you doing?" I asked him. He'd shown no sign of letting up, like he was just going to go down on me indefinitely, with no signs of stopping for the foreseeable future. He smiled. Yes, it was a cold smile, but I was starting to like that just fine. "Showing manners.

There is this hollow place inside of me, where my faith in you used to be.

I hate you," I told him, quietly and vehemently.
"I hate that I still love you." Just as quiet, just as vehement. Far more destructive ... "I hate that I'll never stop.

This isn't about letting you stay in control. This is about making you lose your mind. I say when you're ready, and I plan to take my time getting you there.

An exquisite flower for my exquisite girl.

All we are is proof that love can survive anything. You and I, we're heavy hitters, but even at our worst, we still couldn't break this bond. If you're honest with yourself, we didn't even come close.

I thought that I'd found my new favorite hobby - watching Tristan cook anything at all.
"Bev has this really great frilly pink apron," I told him. "What would I have to do to get you to wear
it while you cook for me?"
"You don't even want to know, boo," he said.
That effectively shut me up again.

Danika, sweetheart?" he rasped. "Yes, Tristan?" "I'm done being sweet, if you don't mind. I need to fuck you really hard now, if that's okay.

He kissed me. A desperate, hungry, wild, make me forget the past and the future kind of kiss.

I can't forgive you. I can't and won't trust you again. You betrayed me and it can never be made right again.
Also, I can't forgive myself. The things I did to hurt you, to survive after you left, and of course, the things I did to take revenge for the things you did, have damaged me beyond all repair.

The real romance in life didn't come in that first sweet taste of love, as profound and life changing as it was. There was love then, yes. Obsession, passion, infatuation. All of that and more.
But the true romance came from the slow lapse of time, the inexorable passing of days, weeks, months, years decades.
I'd hold onto her with the last breath in my body. My final thought would be that I hadn't gotten enough, I just knew it.
Because I would never have enough.

In your ex-wife's stingy, slutty pussy, is the subtle point I'm trying to portray.

I feel like real love should take time, or at least, more time than this. I've been trying to make my head rule my actions, when my heart has so obviously taken over, but I feel how I feel, and I know it's not going away.

We're going to do this nice and slow. All I want from you is your surrender. Beyond that, you don't have to think about a thing. Understand?

There was an anchor, tied around both of his ankles, and it was taking him deep, into black fathomless depths, drowning him slowly but surely.
I didn't tell him that he was dragging me down with him.

His lips were my own personal hell. They were either his biggest lie, or his greatest betrayer. Every kiss he'd ever given me, when we were in love or in hate, told me how he cared. Told me how he longed. Craved. Pined. Mourned. Despaired. Told me he was as desperate for me as ever.

Fault isn't the issue. We need to deal with the issues at hand, not whose at fault.

I knew I had a problem. I was starting to like that kinky rich bastard.

Every inch of you was sent to me from heaven.

The things he made me feel had opened a floodgate, and the damned thing wouldn't close.

I don't know how I even did it," said Tristan softly. "Looking back from here, I have no idea where I found the strength to let you stay out of my life for so long.

He shrugged. "I'll take it if that's all I can get. I'll do the same. I'll start. My parents died when I was thirteen. I was left with an older cousin as a guardian. I detested him. He died a year and a half later, and it was one of the best days of my life. I disliked my next guardian, my Aunt Mildred, but she was a saint compared to the first one.

Even when I won with Dante, I was defeated
Because, to this day, I had a hard time walking away from him.
Something inside of me – some insidious thing, deep down in the dregs of my soul raged against every step that took me in the opposite direction of him.
Even after all this time, it raged.

Okay, you're okay, we're okay.

I do believe in love ... I believe it's the most destructive force on earth.

Will you pose for the nude?" I asked
breathlessly, as he jostled me on his
shoulder.
"Yes. With a condition."
"What condition?"
"I want you naked, as well, while you
paint.

Lucky for you, I have swim trunks packed," he said after he'd washed the bite down with a long drink of his water."Oh, darn. I was hoping you'd have to borrow a bikini from me. That would have made my day.

You're fooling yourself if you think I don't have those feelings for you, Tristan. I've fallen in love with you.

... I processed that. Stephan was gay. He had told me as much. And she had told me that they were purely platonic. I believed them both. Why does she seek him out in her sleep? Were they really so close? A part of me was insanely jealous at the thought that he was that important to her, but I knew instinctively that I couldn't indulge that jealousy. The two of them were too close to tolerate anyone coming between them, and I wouldn't be making that mistake.

Tristan being the someone else was just off. It felt wrong to even think it.
I knew why, too.
He was the someone, so he could never be the else.

Never in my life before that moment had I felt a need like this. It was so acute it made my teeth ache. Never had I felt like a bitch in heat, but I did then. I stared at that cock, and I wanted it. Wanted to drop to my knees and beg him for it, any way I could get it, anywhere.

Fuck you. You can't hurt us anymore. Oblivion is too good for you. Enjoy the fire. You've earned it. Your daughter

You think I'm a fool," I noted. "That I shouldn't wait for him." She shook her head, eyes widening like I'd misunderstood her. "I didn't say that. Only you can say if it's worth it to wait. I'll tell you one thing I learned the hard way, though. You can't unlove someone just because you want to. Trust me on this. So if you love him, really love him, then of course it's worth waiting." "Even years?" "Even your whole life. What's the other option?

Dante.
He loved me so deep and so hard that I was blinded by it.
I thought it was a miracle. I was so young, so impressionable, so infatuated.
So stupid. For years and years, all I had the sense to do was bask in it.
I let our love rule my life. It was everything to me.

Love is a trap. When it appears, we see only its light, not its shadows." ~Paulo Coelho The

Always trust your gut, even when it makes you feel like a total bitch.

He'd set me adrift, so very long ago, and I had wandered into deepest waters, with depths far too vast for me to navigate alone. And here he was, swimming out to save me. Had he been following me all the while? Had I been so blind? Still,

How could such a beautiful man be insecure?

I've found that often the quality you see in successful people is knowing when to take the initiative, and being quick about it. I've never sat around, waiting for someone to tell me to take charge. I just do it.

Life hurts. As long as it doesn't kill us, we weather it.

I'd called it love, and looked for love, because that's what I'd wanted, but love was not a thing you could force yourself to feel, or, more importantly, it was not a thing you could keep yourself from feeling.

Whether I was the love or hate of his life, nothing and no one would ever overshadow me.

Somebody is smitten with my Buttercup.

Please." His voice was quiet. "I can't stand the thought of losing you. What can I do?

I want you to let go. i want you to submit. I want to make you lose your mind. I want you to be so far gone that the only word left in your vocabulary is my name.

That will get you fucked in a hurry, Love.

Careful, Love. You can't offer a starving man a feast and expect him not to take you up on it.

Now you will feel no rain,
For each of you will be shelter to the other.
Now you will feel no cold,
For each of you will be warmth to the other.
Now there is no more loneliness for you.
For each of you will be companion to the other.
Now you are two bodies,
But there is only one life before you.

I know what you taste like," I interrupted, my tone harsh. "I know how it feels to have you come against my tongue. What it feels like to have you clench around my cock while you lose your fucking mind. And you, you've tasted me. I've shoved my cock so deep down your throat I felt your tonsils, Danika. Are we going to forget all of that?

Don't leave us again, Lana," he whispered roughly. "Don't leave me. Stay. Please.

Where there is love there is forever,

Is that where you draw the line? I'll never understand why some things are more taboo than others."
"And that's what makes you so kinky, the fact that you don't see the difference.

You're my angel, Bianca. You've exorcised my demons. I don't have nightmares when I'm with you. I don't have to work seventy hour work weeks to keep my mind distracted. My life has become more than work and emotionless affairs. You make me a better man.

Even mosochists need lovers. What would a girl like me do without someone like you? Perhaps everyone is good for someone.

The most toxic relationships in life are defined by the way they make us feel about ourselves.

You can't use sex to control me, James. You shouldn't play with my heart like that." He laughed. It was sinister. "Oh Love, it's not your heart I'm playing with. And I'll play with your body whenever I damn well please.

I'd always known it, but having this, and losing it, made it even sweeter the second time around.

You're my favorite subject, Love. I'll start with your eyes. I fell in love with those first. One look was like a punch to the guy. You have these ageless eyes on such a young face. I just knew that you had seen bad things, and from the start, I knew that you could understand pain. Understand feeling hopeless and helpless and alone. I fell in love with your eyes first because I looked into their depths and saw the other half of my soul.

I feel so lost."
He took my hands in his. "Not anymore. I'm right here. I've got you."
"There is this hollow place inside of me, where my faith in you used to be. I am so full of fear, and I do not know how to let myself trust you again. I don't have the strength to do this. Not again."
"I've got enough for both of us." He moved closer, wrapping me in his arms.

Hell yeah," Danika

I loved your eyes first," I told him , repeating his words from a few weeks ago back to him, because it was true, and because we were two halves of a whole - we had been all along, and he'd been so clever to know it right away. I used to think it was insanity, but now I was beginning to think that it was pure brilliance. "I see it, too, James. I see the other half of my soul in you.

I was outclassed and outgunned, and I was only realizing it when it was too late to do a damn thing about it. A heart could only break so many times before the cause was lost.

Dermot, who I would never sleep with, not in a million years. Not even if we were characters in Game of Thrones.

He's the best I ever had. And the worst thing that ever happened to me.

You may have fucked a lot of women, James, but I'm your first lover.

It was all one-sided, I know," Heath agreed. "Only makes it slightly less fucked up.

My dear, this is what's called family.

Didn't you know I was out here, just waiting for a friend like you?"
"Of course I didn't know. I'd have been dancing on top of every bar in town, instead of studying, if I'd known that."
"Tell me not to kiss you," he said, when his lips were a breath away from mine.
"Don't kiss me," I told him, my voice a breathless rasp.
"Mean it," he said, crowding me into the corner of the pool.
He tilted my chin up with his finger.
"I can't," I gasped.
The words had barely left my lips before he was kissing me.

Meet my future. Her name is Bianca. Come to terms with it. My advice would be to get on her good side.

God, did I miss you, Love. Is thirty too young to retire from working? I'd love to just make love to you full-time, instead

The bed reminded me of a lifestyle.
It reminded me of Frankie.
"It was Frankie and James, wasn't it? Did those kinky fucks bring you over to the dark side?

I never thought I'd have the urge to f**k someone to death," he muttered.

I giggled.

There was something so comforting in the certainty that someone knew about your biggest flaws and was still willing to stick around.

I laid my head on his chest as he kissed the top of my head. I could have stayed there forever. It felt like coming home.

There's no room in perfection for insecurity.

I knew I should have been more worried about her motives.

How about we call it lovingly fucking your brains out?

I liked to think I had a tough everything, but I did have one weakness. One. In my entire child/woman body, and we both knew it. Dante. He was the chink in my armor. My soft underbelly.

In private, though, you may call me Mr. Cavendish

That hurts me deep in my soul, Danika. I wouldn't do that to you. I'd make sure you came, first and last. I'd go down on you every time, if that's what you like. I'd lick-

It's been very clearly brought to my attention that I had overlooked your security in public restrooms.

Well, boo, how does bacon sound?"
"Bacon sounds great, but you can't call me boo."
"Why not?"
"Because you're not a rapper, and I'm not your shorty.

I told you that I needed you. But now I need you to survive. Forever. I won't live through this without you, and I'm selfish for telling you that, but it's the truth. You're my rock, Danika. I can't ever lose you, or I'll follow Jared, I know I will.

Knowing and feeling were two very different things.

I love the name of it. Makes me feel hopeful. I want it over my mantle." I paused in what I was doing, my eyes scanning over the photos title, Second Chances. He was smiling, I could hear it in his voice, when he added, "And I could tell it was your favorite when you showed it to me. I figure I have a better chance of getting you to come back to my house, if I fill it with the things you love." He'd hit his target with the opening salvo. That second part was just overkill.

You ready to leave now? I don't find the idea of fucking you against that wall behind you even slightly unpleasant. Exhibitionism has never been a problem for me. Is that something you'd like to try?

You have such dreams in your eyes.

When you trip over love, it is easy to get up. But when you fall in love, it is impossible to stand again." ~Albert Einstein