421 Quotes by Susan Ee

He moans and kisses the nape of my neck. He works his way up to my mouth. His lips land on mine, hot and wet and sucking. His tongue sweeps in, teasing mine.

If Michelangelo had seen this in daylight with the sun streaming down from the glass dome, he’d have fallen on his knees and painted ’till he was blind.

I don’t know if he noticed when I took my sweatshirt off, but I’m guessing he was busy at that time because he looks at me with surprise now. His pupils dilate when he sees me. His lips part as he momentarily forgets to marshal his expression, and I could swear he stops breathing for several heartbeats.

Why don’t you want it?” “I have better things to do.” “Like what?” He opens one eye and looks at me. “Like convince a stubborn girl to admit she’s madly in love with me.” I can’t help but smile.

It turns out that she’s the only one I can trust to watch my back.

I look up and see Raffe watching me. I feel a wave of awkwardness. Raffe grabs me around the waist and lifts me into his arms like in an old-time movie. His arms cradle my back and knees. I reflexively wrap my arms around his neck. For a moment, I’m confused, and the silliest thoughts flood through my head. “Don’t let me go,” he says.

You mean to tell me that I discovered a talent of your beloved swords that even you guys didn’t know about?” I pull as hard as I can on the cage bars. “You seem to bring out new and unimagined dimensions from both me and Kooky Bear.” “Pooky Bear.

God just spoke to me. He says the End of Days begins now.

Angels are supposed to be beautiful creatures of light but the ones chasing us look more like a cloud of demons spewing forth from the mist. Raffe must be thinking something similar because he tightens his grip around my waist as if to say, “not this one.