345 Quotes by J.M. Darhower

If you didn't turn on me then, when you had plenty of reason to, I trust that you won't do it now, ring or no ring. I married you, Karissa, because I love you. Nothing more, nothing less."As many times as he's said those words… I love you… it still makes my stomach flutter to hear them come from him.

Nothing I can say will make her feel better at the moment, so I just press a kiss to her forehead before walking out.Places to go.People to see.Blood to spill.You know how it is.

He pushes in then, slowly, deeply, stroking a chord inside of me. My breath hitches. Oh God."I love that sound," he whispers, his voice gritty. "It's the best music in the world."I wrap my arms around him. "Maybe that should be your ringtone, then."He laughs, his face nuzzled into my neck. "That wouldn't work.""Why?""Because others would hear it. That sound belongs only to my ears.

Carpe Diem. The words are etched in the metal pendant. Tomorrow isn't a guarantee. Nothing is promised. So today? Seize the Day.That's how Naz lives his life.That's how I want to live it with him.

Ignazio Michele Vitale," I say playfully, intentionally flubbing the middle name, just to get more of a rise out of him. "I can't believe you were singing a song from the eighties.""You were seeing things.

There's just something about you, Karissa," he whispers, "something I've sought for a very long time.

Mr. Vitale?""Yes," I say. "Who the fuck is this?""Detective Jameson," he says.I just want to.... "I just want to notify you that there was an incident this evening—""Don't do it," I say, my voice cracking, interrupting him.Don't you do it.Don't you say it.Don't make a notification over the phone...

His eyes meet mine.It can't be more than a few seconds.Before I even realize what he's doing, he slips the belt down over my head. Gripping the end of it, he tugs, tightening it around my neck like a collar.I gasp.He tightens it more.Oh fuck.I can't breathe.I can't breathe.

He shows me that, and I feel it, as he holds me tightly, making love to me. I'm sweaty, and exhausted, by the time it's over. My body is spent from orgasms, and my heart feels like it goes to explode. I say nothing, though, afraid to speak, afraid to offer him any words. Because if I do, I might spew a fucking rainbow.