1,081 Quotes by Christine Feehan

He needed to crawl inside of her, share her skin, bury himself deep so she could pour the sun over him and steer him away from the shadows always clawing pieces out of him.

Don’t worry, now that I know about your little ego problem, I’ll do my best to look all gushy when you pound you chest.

You’re the first thing I’ve ever wanted for myself. You’re the first time I’ve ever thought maybe I could have some kind of life. I don’t want you to go, not for my leopard or yours, but for me.

He’d been the one to end things, and it had been ugly. Really ugly. Deliberately ugly. He’d said things to drive her away – and she’d gone. She’d managed to take pieces of him with her. She’d stolen those pieces from him, and he’d known when she’d left, he wasn’t going to get them back.

One of us needs to know how to talk. I’m good with a gun, I think you should take up talking.

She felt Stefano’s body sitting next to her, yet he seemed to take up the room, surrounding her, in front of her, at her back. He was everywhere. Dangerous. Determined. Giving her a feeling of security. How he managed that she didn’t know.

You don’t do violence, Francesca, not unless it’s self-defense or in defense of our family. I won’t have that on your soul. You’re going to be my wife. The mother of my children. You’re about love and softness. Not killing. Never that.

His energy is very malevolent. Don’t get sick or I’ll start asking you if the baby is all right in front of him.

She was strong. She had embraced his world. His soul was intact, and that mattered to him. Living mattered to him.