1,081 Quotes by Christine Feehan

She might burn in hell for the things she was going to do this night, but she didn't care. Looking at him, she was certain every single thing would be worth it.

He thought he was playing her. Seducing her. That was the play, but it felt all too real, and he'd never had real.

He was the very devil stalking her, and she was an angel chased by demons straight to him.

He could keep her safe, make all her troubles go away. He could do that. He was that man.

Those tears reminded him, every time he looked in the mirror, he wasn't human anymore. Everything had been taken from him, leaving him a shell. An empty shell.

There was nothing for him, and in the end, he had to acknowledge that he was too dangerous to just keep around like some loose cannon

Fuck no, he wasn't saving her. [...] he was keeping her for himself.

Soleil. Sunshine. Yeah. He could see that.

He needed to keep this woman with him. He didn't even know why the compulsion was so strong, but that need was relentless, bone deep. Soul deep.