1,081 Quotes by Christine Feehan

He wasn’t a hero. He wasn’t the man who stepped forward and saved the innocent. He was lost himself. Shadows had invaded a long time ago and stolen his life. But he would give anything he had left to be the man who found a way to save Judith.

For the first time in her life she felt weak with wanting. With need. Yet at the same time, she did feel sort of attractive. She was aware of herself as a woman, as feminine, when she’d always felt masculine. He’d given her that, and she’d be forever grateful.

Her scent enveloped him, drove him wild. Temptation and sin were wrapped around this exotic creature and he was falling over the edge fast.

Dimitri Tirunul was her unexpected miracle. A man beyond any she’d ever dreamt of. She was human. He was Carpathian – nearly immortal. She was nineteen years old. He was an ancient, centuries old. She held the other half of his soul, the light to his darkness. Without her, he would not survive. She was his lifemate – his savior. Yet she knew just the opposite was true – Dimitri was the one saving her.

She found him very hard to resist, and if she was truthful with herself, she wasn’t trying that much.

Stay with me, Ashe,” he whispered enticingly. “Take a chance on me.

She laughed, and the sound was tantalizing. He didn’t understand how musical notes could stroke a man’s skin and dance along his thighs. He didn’t understand how the notes could be an arrow that pierced his heart. She owned him.

I’m coming for you and nothing will stop me. Not heaven. Not hell. I’m not leaving you in that place.

Poetry in motion,” she murmured under her breath. She’d heard that expression, but now she knew what it meant, how the words could come alive with a man moving.