11 Quotes by Teresa Denys

I knew then, looking up at him, that I had been deceiving myself, calling this feeling by any name but love. Lust for the beautiful animal who had seduced me, fear of the vicious tyrant, compassion for the haunted man who cried like a lost child in my arms – they were only part of what I felt for him.

Between the sheets he is a monarch, a very god.