1,081 Quotes by Christine Feehan

Czar had been a ten-year-old boy who mastered the plan to keep them all alive in the hell they’d grown up in. He’d given them hope in their darkest times. He’d driven them to perfect their abilities.

I swear to you, on my life, on the lives of my brothers, you’ll be happy. You’ll be safe.

Her mouth was a miracle, plain and simple. Heaven. He had never believed in heaven or God until that moment. Until he found it in her.

She didn’t want soft and gentle. She needed his rough possession, claiming her, branding her, taking her in a firestorm of heat and flame that would end the world around them, leaving them nothing but ashes, clean and fierce and forever welded together.

He remained silent, and the compulsion to look at him grew until she couldn’t stand it. Her gaze met his and her heart nearly jumped out of her chest. Those eyes were every bit as hypnotic as his voice.

Tempest liked the feeling of strength in Darius’s hand, the heat of his body warming hers, the easy, fluid way he moved with the suggestion of tightly leashed power. Most of all she loved the way his eyes burned possessively over her, the way his chiseled, perfect mouth tempted her.

I love that when I finally have something, it’s you. Your body. Your mind. Your heart. I’m going after that you know. Your heart. I want complete surrender from you. Nothing less will do.

He stayed right where he was, planted against the door, afraid to move. He’d walked into a room filled with enemies, never flinching, and would do it over and over, but this woman held the power to ruin him.

Bottom line, dolce core, that’s who I am. When the cops can’t do something to protect citizens, it’s my turn. You have to decide if you can live with who I am. The real me.