53 Quotes by Stephanie Laurens

Vane watched her reaction from under heavy lids, watched flaring passion light her eyes. Sparks of pure gold flashed in the hazel depths as he gently kneaded, then sent his fingers gliding over her silken skin. He knew he should kiss her, distract her, from what came next- but the compulsion to witness, to know her reaction as she learned what he would do, as he filled his senses with her, waxed strong.

My heart only have one thought, one want. One néed. Despite all, in spite of all....All my heart has ever wanted is you.

He dragged in a shuddering breath and forced his lids up. He looked down, at her on her knees, leaning into him, her glorious hair rippling over her shoulders, gilded in the firelight, shifting as her head moved and she pleasured him. He saw his fingers locked on her head, felt hers slide higher, circle the base of his staff, and tighten.

Is 'Vane' Vane's real name?"Minnie chuckled evilly. "Spencer Archibald- and if you dare call him that to his face, you'll be braver than any other in the 'ton.' Only his mother can still do so with impunity. He's been known as Vane since before he went to Eton. Devil named him- said he always knew which way the wind was blowing and what was in the breeze.

Why are you here?"Her words were a thread of silver in the moonlight. His answer was deep as the deepest shadows."You offered to be my inamorata, remember?

Steel shards, his eyes held hers. Breathless, Patience blinked up at him. His face was hard, a warrior's mask. Waves of anger and aggression lapped about her."When it comes to distraction," he informed her through clenched teeth, "nothing in this world could top you."His words were invested with meaning- a meaning she didn't understand.

Are you planning to stay?"He looked down at her. "That," he stated, his voice very low, "depends largely on you."Patience looked into his grey eyes- and froze. Every muscle was paralyzed, all the way to her toes. The idea that he was amusing himself, without any real intent, died- slain by the look in his eyes.The intent in his eyes.It could've have been clearer had he put it into words.

Narrow-eyed, Vane watched her go, watched her hips sway as she glided along. He remained in the archway until she reached her door. He heard it shut behind her.Slowly, very slowly, his features eased, then a Cynster smile tugged at his lips. If he couldn't escape fate, then, 'ipso facto,' neither could she. Which meant she would be his. The prospect grew more alluring by the minute.

You don’t have to say anything. You just have to accept. Just have to stop resisting…” He breathed the last words as his lips lowered to hers. “And let what we both want, simply be.