Sierra Simone Quotes

Tell me you're eighteen," he whispered. "I'm not." "Damn you." And then he tilted my face back up to his, and his mouth came down over mine anyway.

I can't tell what's the best way to love you, whether it's trying to catch you or to let you go.

I will break from loving him, I think. I will split with it, burn with it.

But the trade-off for my self-respect was a cold bed and an over-used vibrator, and it was starting to wear thin.

That some people were born wrong, born all warped and empty inside, that I was born without the parts that made people brave or pure or good. I knew that I was born without a conscience, or maybe a

Colchester, Ash, my captain, staking my body with his cock like a conqueror, like a king.

Being unhappy or doubtful isn't a sin

There was life after fucking up, after all, even for those who lived without fucking.

that mantle of guilt wasn't yours to bear alone, if at all.

Si vis amari, ama," you tell me. If you wish to be loved, love.

We know what happens when two people fall in love. It's happened between each of us. We have to find out what happens when three people fall in love. All together, all at once.

I may apologize, but I won't kneel

It bothered me that he was perfect. It bothered me that I hated him. It bothered me that I hated him and he still made me feel itchy and out of control. It

The little prince in the book is so wise but so sad. Has so much to offer this world and yet he can't stop pining for the one he loves."
Colchester looked right into my eyes and I could not look away.

I see the beginning.
And I see the end.

That moment of standing in the graveyard and hearing nothing except the wind and the rustle of moving grass and the sounds of distant birds and insects, and knowing, knowing deep in your heart, that no other noise would come. That the silence was eternal now that our loved ones had finally passed away, and that our pain was the price of their newfound peace. And

Oh, trust me, Lieutenant Colchester, I always keep both eyes on a man directly underneath me. Both hands too.

He smelled like leather and woodsmoke. He smelled like a fire burning.

Is there no way to be both completely woman and completely good?

I believe," Ash said coldly, "that the words you are looking for are, 'Yes, sir.

So many networks of love and heartbreak, so many deep folds and layers to a person's heart.

The pain of one-sided love, of knowing that I had loved her more than she had loved me

And please watch over the babies trapped in limbo. In the name of the Father, Son and the Holy Spirit, amen.

each wound a whisper of promise. you can own me because now I know I own you give me more and I'll give you everything

was the only halo I ever wanted again, a circle of wicked wants and devilish delights.

she was the kind of woman who couldn't live without meaning, powerful and real meaning, in her life.

And right there on the soft grass, in the warm sunlight, our three hearts beat as one once again and we share every breath, every kiss, every single drop of our love.
Equal and alive.
Three.

Worry is a sin, even I know that, yet I am more than just a lily of the field. I'm a lily that's been plucked from the ground and laid at your feet. When it comes to you, I'm rootless and helpless and at your mercy for sunshine and water. And I'm not even supposed to be yours. How can I not worry?

I do not understand what I do. For what I want to do, I do not do, but what I hate I do… for I have the desire to do what is right, but I cannot carry it out. What a wretched man I am.

Colchester - Ash--had just fucked me to within an inch of my life, just spilled himself inside me at the same moment blood spilled out of me, like he was a vampire or a fairy queen or a wolf. I'd waited four years for this.

Nothing felt real, nothing felt intimate or close or true - it all
seemed like a terrible movie of my life that I was being forced to watch from hundreds of feet away.

He's watching me and Greer, and his face. His face. I've never wondered before what it would look like for someone to have their whole world in their eyes, never even thought to wonder. But Ash right now, kneeling and gazing at Greer and me - His whole world is in his eyes. And it's incredible to see. Holy, almost. Sacred.

Because I've known you for ten years, and it feels so desperately like no time at all, and I need more." I

One day, you might find that you have a life again. A life that makes you happy.

Anything you want and I'll give it to you. Let me do it to you." She looked up at me, eyes full and deep. "Punish me," she whispered.

Because, despite everything, I wanted to be his little slut still. If he had ordered me to my knees to suck him off right there on the ballroom floor, I would have.

if this was what love was, then I didn't know how anyone could bear the weight of it.

I don't know what you call it when you fuck someone's ass raw, Father Bell, but that's what I call it.

I lean down and drop a kiss on the top of his head. "Goodbye, Achilles," I whisper, and I leave Maxen Ashley Colchester alone with his head in his hands. I leave and get in my car and go back home, remembering the feel of his hair on my lips.
I will break from loving him, I think. I will split with it, burn with it.
And yet, for the first time, I know what I have to do. I know that I'm a good man, I know that I'd be a good leader. I know that I can stop Melwas and keep Greer safe. I know how to do it.
I have to become more than a prince.
I have to become a king myself.

There's something quite thrilling about fucking a woman in a ball gown. It's like having a secret that no one else knows, a sin that no one else can see.

Obedience is one of the vows, isn't it? Obedience to the Church? Obedience to the men who run it?

Just because a person refuses to be topped by unworthy men doesn't necessarily make her dominant,

You are strong," I whispered. "I don't know what happened to you, I don't know what you did, but I know that if you can stand in front of me tonight and still be kind, that makes you strong.

Here's what I think, little prince. Here's what I know - and you know it too. You don't need to call me Sir to submit to me, and I don't need you to kneel to know that you're my possession.

Was it truly so terrible for a man of God to have sex? The Protestants had been doing it for half a millennium and they seemed no more hell-bound than the Catholics for it. And was it so wrong to want both? I wanted to lead this church, I wanted to help people find God. But dammit, I wanted Poppy too, and I didn't think it was fair that I had to choose.

This was love, this was sacrifice, the opposite of sin, and maybe it was fucked up to feel like God was here with us in the back room of a strip club, but I did, like He was bearing witness to this moment where Poppy opened herself to the worst of me and erased it with her love, just like God did for us sinners every moment of every day.

I'm not asking either of you," my husband answered sharply. "I expect you to mount her. I expect you to fuck her. I expect you to make her come. And I expect her to let you.

Do you taste that?" I ask, pressing the pads of my fingertips onto her tongue. "That's the taste of the pussy I'm about to fuck.

Then Ash kisses me, then the three of us find ourselves in a joined kiss, a breathless, teasing exercise. I begin to forget whose lips are whose, which tongue is which, which cock is taking its pleasure in my ass and which cock is taking its pleasure in my cunt.

Perhaps Embry's always had the part of me that wielded the sword, but she… she's always owned the part that wears the crown.

She laughs so she doesn't kiss her

Could a vow be not all the way broken? Could a sin be not all the way committed?

Sean, faith and belief are the practices of committing a life in the face of no answers. God is and always will be outside of human comprehension.

I realized that I'd destroyed my legitimacy with myself, and maybe that was worse than my public legitimacy being destroyed.

Do we focus on pruning out all evil, or do we focus on growing love?

I had wanted all of her just a moment ago, to consume her and to have her consume me in turn, and when we were fucking, sometimes it felt as if it would never be enough, as if I could never fuck hard enough to get as close as I needed.

Life is a spiral.
As long as we lived, we would keep moving forward. But on a spiral path, getting closer to your destination meant periodically passing the same things - emotions, issues, character flaws - over and over again, the way a person walking up a spiral staircase would continually find himself facing north every ten steps or so.

This won't come easy to us Catholics. In a way, it's easier to dwell on sin and guilt than it is to dwell on love and forgiveness- especially love and forgiveness for yourself. But that's what's been promised to us, and I for one, will not refuse God's promise of a full, love-filled life. Will you?
- Tyler Bell

I want to build a tower around you, and then build a castle around that tower, and then dig a moat around that castle, and then I want to guard you like a dragon. Burn anyone who tries to hurt you into ash and then scorch those ashes a second time.

Perhaps these doubts were galvanizing. They were all pointing to something - that either my heart or my life were in danger, and that perhaps I should leave.

Who can ever really explain the parameters of lust? Or what sparks arousal? By its very nature, it doesn't make sense logically or empirically. It's something that speaks to the deepest parts of our minds and bodies, something that bypasses reason, societal mores, and even our sense of shame.

But my prevailing theory at the moment was this fucking booth.

Every time you gave me your trust, your obedience, and your surrender. Every time you fought me knowing you would lose, every time you carried me when I couldn't limp along myself, and every breath and kiss you ever shared with me - it was all you saying yes, every moment of it. You've said yes to me so many times I'm surprised I could even hear the word no.

I can't lose my heart to save my soul. But, I must. I have to. Even though, for once, I take no pride in the pain it will cause me. - Ash

She saw me as safe, and why shouldn't she? I was a man of the cloth, after all, bound by God to be a caregiver of his flock. Of course, she would assume that she could tease me, touch me, without bothering my priestly composure. How could she know what her words and voice did to me? How could she know that her hand was currently searing its outline onto my chest?

He looked up at me with the whole world in his eyes, and then he sighed.
"You're doing the dimple thing again. It's evil.

I slowly sunk in, using one hand to gentle and stroke Ivy as I did. I wanted her to know how much I worshipped her. I wanted her to feel every inch of my need for her. I wanted her to come while I was so deep inside of her that she couldn't tell where she ended and I began.

Once, I'd made the mistake of not trusting. When I found Poppy kissing her ex-boyfriend, I'd assumed the worst and left the scene without even trying to talk to her. She'd done it as a purposeful attempt to drive us apart, unable to bear the guilt of being the catalyst for my schism from the clergy. If I had trusted her, if I had stayed, we could have had another year together. Instead, I'd run away, believing that she was unfaithful, and we'd spent a year miserably apart.

Fuck, I can't stop," Embry says as I writhe and moan underneath him. "I gotta - I have to - " "Do it," Ash says roughly. "Show me how much you like using my wife. Show me how grateful you are.

You are more dangerous wielding love than you are wielding pain.

This probably sounds ridiculous. Like a modern Edith Wharton novel or something.