V. Theia Quotes

Don't think I don't know what you did, love," she grinned and didn't say anything. "Feel free to manipulate me into bed any time. Cause after we sleep I'm waking you with my mouth in your panties." As if to mark his place one of his hands slid down into the back of her underwear and stayed there while she tried to still the cyclone of need.

Chicken in a basket, the boy could kiss my socks off and I'd thank him for my bare feet being cold.

Tom Cohen.
Man.
God.
Object of my sexual fantasies.
Totally out of my league.
He was world famous and wanted by every queer and housewife.

Raw. Dirty. Scandalous and oh so delicious.

Hawk was many things, he didn't even touch the sides of normal let alone live in the same zip code.

He was undone. She was every easy breath he hadn't taken in more than a year. She made him want to live. She made him hunger for things he'd given up on.

You have no fucking idea, little bit of a thing, so old are you that you know everything? So worldly with the round eyes and the way you see the good in everything, even me. Forget everything you fucking think you know. The second I was inside you people would know, you'd be different, they'd treat you differently, tarred with my fucking ruined brush, all the rumors flying around, people who had once been your friends because they'd know I had hands all over you. I don't fuck like a gentleman, little bit, I fuck like an animal, that stains a little girl like you. You want pretty-fucking-romance, to show off a man to your friends, to go to parties with him on your arm, so fucking meek and boring, that's not me, will never be me. I'm not normal, the wiring is not right in my head, and I'm not for you, walk away before I've had my mouth on that pussy and drank down your honey, because if you don't and I taste you, I feel how it is to shove my cock as deep and as hard as I can inside you, it's all over, you get me? You hearing what I'm telling you? Game over, 'cause I don't play by anyone's rules but my own and my rules are nasty, my rules are fucking filthy.

How long can a person live on their heart has stopped beating? Minutes? Days? Decades? I only wish I was asking for a naïve friend.

Even the idea of not being in his life was a big enough pain to steal my breath.

He kept on having to remind himself that probably one day soon she'd trot her little brat ass back to Harrison and into the arms of her sexless fiancé, no matter what hungry little glances she was sending his way, he was not picking up that signal.

Not for a woman from his old life.

No matter how cute she looked or how much the center of his palms itched to slide up those bare legs.

Texas was no saint, far from it, but putting his head back in that familiar noose … he would have to be raving fucking mad.

There is something innately dangerous about the man, something I've never been able to put my finger on.
He's made of pure flames inside his tailored suit and I'm not the only stupid moth attracted to the flickering fire of his.

Her nervous, wild eyes boomeranging back to me every few seconds, almost as if she's waiting for me to say something. Sexy little mouse.
The woman defines the meaning of sex appeal hidden under her good girl persona. I just bet she's terrified to step outside of the box she's been told she can never come out of to have a little fun.
Lucky for Delaney Sloan, she's met me now.
I don't believe in boxes or holding back if I want something.
Or someone.
And I want to fuck her again.
Badly, as it turns out.

I got one more pump in me, then you'll have to make do with my mouth if you need more.

Hope was a weak rebellion not meant for the likes of him.

Jesus. Fuck. Paige. God. Fuck. Don't suck so hard if you don't want me to pour down your throat.

I always thought true love was an unrealistic dream. An unreachable goal made by movies and books. Turns out, I was just waiting for Gray Ellison to teach me his sweet way of loving.

I fucking worship and adore you.
My heart is only yours.

The girl who tied his guts into physical knots.
His Achilles heel.
If Paige was the magnet, then Reaper was the metal.
There was no circumstance he could ever think of that would sway him from being drawn to her.

Look, I'm not saying Gray was perfect.
But that man was completely perfect for me.
I wanted what every woman wanted in the end.
For her man to know he hung the moon.
He gave me unconditional, patient love.
A love so quiet it sneaked into my heart and took up root so that every branch I have now was Gray.

Fuck. I knew once I kissed you I'd be done. You've wrecked me, India.

Like any southern woman would do. I choose to bury my feelings in carbs. There's no problem carbs cannot fix.

I can be my awkward, unsophisticated, tongue-tied self, but by god I'll do it with cheesy carbs in my blood stream.

Emotional cutters cut where it caused the deepest wound.

Lawless was far from the romantic status you see depicted from dominants in books and film. A cat loving sadist?

I want to taste you. Fuck, I need to taste you, it's gnawing at my gut. I want your mouth open and sucking on my tongue, Luxe.

She had unshed tears she wouldn't let me repair and holes in her heart that gaped their wounds out of her eyes.

Put me inside you," his voice rasped. "Put me inside my woman who loves me.

The syncopated rhythm of our breathing was deafening in the silence surrounding us, as if we'd walked into a bubble and locked the outside world out.

I'm telling you, men make women stupid. What with their gorgeous dicks and stupid, sexy crooked, villainous smiles and good smelling necks. All of them make us stupid at one time or another.

I don't know much about destiny, if it even existed. But I felt the truth of my beating heart that Gray and I were inevitable.
Now. Last week. Last year.
He was my end game and I was his.

Rider thought she looked possessed and fucking beautiful.
Finally, he understood why she'd needed to do this.
Take your power back, baby. His fucking girl. Fuck. Rider might be in awe of her inner strength. She had a gorgeous monster inside of her.

A dick so good it was a long club of perfectness.

And Preacher, the notorious thinks with his dick man, he was all the bad decisions a woman could ever make and a lifetime of regret all wrapped up in a six foot six rock hard package.

The glee on her face about did him in.

When was the last time he made anyone genuinely happy?
Not his family
Not his brother.
Not the woman he thought he loved.

Fuck it. I wasn't a chick who needed to wait around to hear from a guy. I had equal dick rights in this thing too.

Making her happy was his vocation. Sure, he loved making money, thrived on it sometimes. The chase was his adrenalin. Being top dog, another high. Even when it brought headache after another. But his girl's being happy with everything they both could possibly need? Rider had no ceiling on what he wouldn't do for Zara and Harper.

Never taunt the devil, because the devil will show you what he had, pitchfork in hand. The devil was such a showboater, and Preacher was even worse.

I might be a little bit of a cock tease after all.

One cock at least.

Aoife…" his voice scratched, sure he was dreaming and not standing in front of the girl he'd loved at six.

And then at twelve.

And at eighteen and every year in between.

The girl who had broken his soul apart at twenty-two.

Memories like a kaleidoscope swept through his vision, he didn't have one childhood memory that didn't involve Aoife.

The girl he'd loved before he knew what it was to love a person as deeply as he had.

My heart and my body already belonged to someone.

No one blames a wild animal for his appetites. Don't judge mine.

Kiss me already, god. I can't take the hungry looks any longer." She told him with boldness. Her breath fanning his face and her eyes … fuck, her eyes could seduce any man and they trained on him.

Then he kissed her.

A growl gurgling at the back of his throat, he took her lips like he'd been starving for his whole life waiting for a kiss like this one.

Her mouth offered him everything Butcher didn't know he'd needed and now was dying for.

She was a breath. A yearning.
Her mouth parted so inviting and he dove in with his tongue.

When her taste filled his mouth, the ticking bomb inside his head intensified. It only grew louder as her fingers speared into his hair and kissed him back like she was meant to kiss only him.

Like she needed his flavor drenching her mouth in the same way.
She moaned.
Butcher grunted his arousal, holding the back of her head to keep her right there. And when her mouth opened again, he pushed in to chase her tongue.

His free hand sloped down the curve of her back until he had a grip of her ass, helping her to move on him. Fuck, she was like a serpent curling her hips, driving him crazy and then crazier still, he lifted his pelvis from the chair in hopes of getting closer to that heaven but that would only happen if she let Butcher take her somewhere private.
One more taste.
Another bite and suck.
One more bruising kiss.
Not a kiss. It was a po

A narcissist, even in pretty packaging, was still a self-serving bastard, the pretty face might fool for a moment, but the ugly truth deep down comes as a bigger blow, the narcissist wants to remain in control by keeping you confused, anxious, scared and apologetic.

Any punishment was his catnip.
The evil fucker was a sadistic freak who preyed on the weak foraging out their flaws like a pig with truffles and flicking at them until they broke apart.

Beautiful," his voice low and husky, his nose knocks mine, running up and down the side. "I not only want it, I want you to want it, too. To crave my kiss, to ache for the taste of me coating your lips. I don't want you throwing me a bone because it's the thing to do on dates." When his nose travels along mine this time I hold my breath, my fingers grapple on the front of his shirt as I listen to his seductive words coming out of that perfect, kissable mouth. The same mouth I list forward towards. "I would die for another kiss, Bexley, but I want you obsessed and consumed for it, too. To know I'm the only thing you can think about.

Being a family man people would assume he'd grown soft. If anything he was more feral than ever. Because now he had something to protect and fight for.

There's nothing I wanted more than to introduce her to my immortal erection and have her squeeze it the same way she held the white porcelain mug.

Love was a bitch because it shackled you as hard as steel cuffs, leaving you gasping and hollow for any connection.

For better or worse, Lachlan Fierro is going to be my ruin.

Constantly drawn to a woman he couldn't have.

Not for any other reason other than he'd get killed if he ever attempted to make her belong to him.

She hated him because he didn't try.

Butcher hated himself for the same reason.

His little bit of a thing was an addiction he shared with no one.

The fragile moment is interrupted when she drops her seeking gaze but sweet teach is far too late if she thinks I don't see the desire pulsing in the depths of those spectacular eyes.

He still blamed himself. It would never change. The domino effect never meant much until his prick move on pushing his girl away resulted in her being taken by a sadistic, twisted fuck and had her life stalled for over a thousand days.

One date and I'm already craving everything, Bexley. Especially from these gorgeous lips. Put them on me," he grunts.
"Was it… was it the way I ate my gummy bears?"
He laughs, the noise went from his mouth into mine and I sigh dreamily, leaning into him. He's too potent for me to resist. How can I leave it at one date after he's said all that sweet stuff? I'm a woman, not a robot. Anyone's resolve would melt like water on sugar if a sexy as sin guy talks about being obsessed with kissing them.
"You were pretty brutal nibbling their ears off first.

Then he swoops.

And I'm lost.

He kisses me like he's starving and I realize in the space between reality where my brain isn't fogged up by a sexy Italian, that he's hungry for me.

He's waited for me.

He's declaring his intentions for me.

It's hard to breathe when we part and I have no doubt how wet I am.

Just a kiss from Dominic can ruin my panties.

He rains his lips all over my face, holding the side of my head as he does. I'm all the way up on my toes, reaching for him, needing more of that intoxication he's giving out like confetti.

I wanted Ronan MacNamara.
All six foot plus asshole inches of him.

His grin is nuclear kind of gorgeous.
Jesus, so gorgeous, it should be registered as a weapon.
His parents should be slapped for making him this hot.

I'll make coffee and we can go ahead with not talking about how fucking spectacular you are when you come.

It was always in his weakest moments the dreams came for him.
Unguarded.
His defenses breached.
His body switched off and his memories took over.

She slipped into his head and smiled like she owned every inch of his mind.

It wasn't as though his wife didn't live there already.

She held the real estate of his subconscious.

Sneaking in through the cracks and deep holes left behind from her love.

In sleep, there was nowhere for Reaper to hide - he could only face his lost love and bask in just how perfect she was.

She begged and fuck me if I didn't want to take her in my arms and comfort the tears glistening on her eyelashes. Standing there with her colt-like limbs and wet eyes and my own feelings in turmoil.
I hated her.

Florence Nightendick

I'm fucking stupid in love with you. I know you're scared, but I'll work with that, I'll build everything around what you want. I want you to choose me. Choose us. Take a fucking chance on the unknown for once in your life and trust I'm there with you, that I will never hurt you in any way you expect from people and I'll always do my best for us. You are not alone. I'd never leave you alone. I'm fucking crazy in love with you, so fucking crazy it drives me mad wanting you to choose me back, I'd chase you to the goddamn end of the world, that's how much I want you.

You treated my cock like a king.

It had been a colossal mistake to come to Colorado in hopes of finding refuge with the only boy she'd ever known who made her heart hurt.

That was a lifetime ago, he probably didn't even remember her.

Stupid impulsive decisions never lead to anywhere good.

Penelope found that out far too late.

She had no idea I'd belonged to her minutes after meeting her. Body, heart and everything that came with it.

For what it was worth he already knew he resembled a pissed off serial killer most of the time, he was completely fine about it, it kept people away.

Long live the Outlaw.

His eyes are on me, smiling.
The gaze promises hot things.
Dirty things.

The savage possession at no time altered. If anything, it was as fucking monstrous as him. It lingered and clung to his skin making Hawk think things he had no business thinking about. He already knew if he allowed himself to fall and sink into her she'd be the best pussy he'd ever had.

I wanna take you somewhere and get you naked."
Yeah, I said it.
Honesty is always the best policy.
You get nowhere unless you ask for what you want.

Before I know it, we're kissing like unleashed animals. My body crowding hers against the wall, her hands clawing through my hair. Mouths ferociously eating at each other

You want to be someone's reason to masturbate tonight, not have them wonder what church you're collecting for.

What a good drone. My beautifully destroyed puppet.

Had she known he was housing a natural disaster sized cock in those track pants she might have limbered up her fingers first with digit-yoga ...

A lovely deep timber sound that zips from his powerfully strong chest and enters my bones to reverberate through me. Turning in his arms without breaking the connection, I lay my forehead on his chest and inhale him, whatever cologne he selected today, he smells so good.

You know those men who get second glances in the street when he walks by because he smells like heaven dipped in chocolate and the scent of him makes women a little stupid for a few seconds and gives them crazy thoughts about following a strange man home? That's my Grayson.

It's a wonder my sugar D has any skin left because most every second of the day I want to claw into him like a diabolical savage.

In another life, another timeline, he would have cared as a son does for his mother. If she'd been born different. But as he accepted, they were who they were. She'd regretted giving birth to him and he's resented living ever since.

Some ties were hard to break, harder to severe, devastating to forget.

My wounds were someone else's lesson. What would I tell them? Maybe not to fall in love with your gay best friend. That would be a good start. But I can't regret it. Love wasn't to blame for my own stupidity. I loved loving Noah, even unrequited, it served a purpose in my life, it's filled a hole for years and that was my own doing, my eyes were open.

Don't hate the player, hate the game.
Don't touch the forbidden.

He was a drug, and she needed a fix, a huge fix.
A very lengthy fix.

He would have chucked her back into the pond otherwise. Bad fish, he didn't do them young. He was a fucking deviant, not a monster.

At least when Mr. Palmer and his five brothers took me out for a dance I didn't have to bother kicking them out of bed afterward.

Fear was a wicked monster clinging to every insecurity, whispering the harshest things.
And salvation could also be dirty.

Sometimes having a pretend fake boyfriend sucked.

We're not a pack of wolves, you ass-monkey. I don't know every queer in the city.

I have one priority in life and it's not making millions as it once was.

I have all the money I could ever want, too much, India claims. I'm business driven but it's my girl who is the most important part of my life.

My whole life.

It's that very reason I'm reluctant to bring any shift in our happy bubble.

We both work hard. We play hard together.

That woman is my equal in every aspect of life.

She thrills me, and intrigues me.

I've loved peeling back India's layers.

She's vulnerable is my mean girl and I love the place we've gotten to where she trusts me with all her sad, unsure moments.

She will grieve for her brother for the rest of her life.

She'll always worry about her mom becoming manic depressive again.

She'll forever be a woman who puts everyone else before her own needs.

But what's different in India's life is she now has me who makes sure she's first. In everything.

It's going to kill me to see the happiness drop from her eyes.

She'll go into fix it mode and when she can't, she'll get angry and stressed.

He watched with his predator eyes.
The hunger in them unmasked.
He was addicted.
He kept right on feeding his filthy obsession, and he didn't care.

Nearing eight months since he'd seen her, and now she was engaged.

Damn.

It was the wakeup call Butcher needed. That was for damn sure.

Forget the burning in his soul.

It was time to purge Roux Tucker from his mind.

He'd been a pathetic, pining little bitch for too long.

She was someone else's problem now.

He worshipped, completely obsessed over a woman who was so far out of his league he would need to catch three connecting buses to even have a shot at licking her zip code.

Hawk was on the dark side, walking a fine line when his body responded to just how he wanted to ruin the girl.

He thought he could hate her.
That little bit of a thing had gotten under his asshole skin a long time ago when he hadn't been decent and wouldn't get the fuck out.
He didn't want to feel.
He didn't want to feel her.
Only he did.
In all the filthy ways he could think of to mess that little bit of a girl up.

No emotion had truly touched Hawk for years. Not since he deadened himself inside.

Not seeing me again was never an option. Nothing can keep me from you now.

What's so special about a guy throwing around a ball anyway? I prefer a brain. Someone to have a conversation with. Not a gorilla with a two-syllable limit and an IQ that's the size of a popcorn kernel.

Maybe he was the kind of man to leave the cap from the toothpaste. That was a deal breaker for all women. God forbid he had mommy issues.

If there was a chance the love she feels for me would ever dissipate, I'll move heaven and earth - I'll dig down dirty to stop that from happening, because I know when I'm onto a good thing and India's the best of everything.

You know, there are moments … people. There are people who change you. Who save you, really, from yourself, from a life that didn't feel right, kind of like you're wearing the wrong socks and just don't realize it. These people make you question everything, thoughts and feelings and ask yourself; do I want more? Yes. I do. You made me want more.

Owned. This was what it felt like to be owned by another person.

Are you insane?" His voice was pure fucking rust. "You're the head shrink, you don't say shit like that to the likes of me. I'm manipulative, incapable of remorse. Is that the kind of person you want around you?

Dontcha mean you wanna get your eyes all over your girl, what's it been, an hour since ya seen her? Ah, can't beat young love, son. Enjoy it while it lasts, then they all turn into my old lady with the nagging. But..I still get a boner every time I see my Helen.

She smiled at the sound of his sigh.

He'd grown into a middle-aged grumpy old man.