303 Quotes by Skye Warren

Ancient pieces of my heart rattle, where ordinary human emotion would usually go.

I’m starting to think every woman has been used that way, every woman has been sold. Which ones of us have escaped that fate? Was my dream of a gentle husband just a shared fever dream? Is a white picket fence just another form of turrets on smaller castles?

Sometimes I think history isn’t really what happened. It’s how you look at it.” I.

Now you sleep in those wet panties, understand? Keep them on and pretend I came inside you, that I’m leaking out all night long.

And I chose you. I had been wrong before. It was romantic, what he said, what he did. Even while he hurt me, I had his full focus, his complete attention. His care, like worship. His love, an obsession.

I learned an important lesson then: criminals always make a mistake. Always. If.

The better question was, what was holding us prisoners?

I needed a savior. Not to get me out of danger. I ran away myself. I survived myself. I needed a savior, because I needed someone to care.

Giving head was a no-brainer for me. I loved cocks, the way they tasted and felt in my mouth. And just the invasion of it, the submission.