152 Quotes About Bdsm-romance

Love …is not enough. It’s something deeper, stronger, and harder, almost painful. Something I want to keep inside of me forever, but at the same time throw it away because I know having it so deep and feeling it so strong can only be detrimental for me. I have others to think about. I have a different kind of priority.

Hatred is a nightmare from which you can't wake up.

Fenia schloss die Augen und sank. Gleichzeitig in den Schlaf und in die warme Dunkelheit ihrer Seele, wo sie die sein konnte, die sie war, in all ihren Facetten. Wo nur Hingabe wichtig war und wo sie die Verantwortung für eine Weile ablegen konnte, zumindest zum Teil, um nur noch zu fühlen und sich führen zu lassen.

You don't know Jack... yet! But once you do he's impossible to forget!

He snaked an arm around her waist and pulled her into him with an unyielding strength. She’d been unmistakably seized.

She wanted to know what his body would feel like under her hands. Her palms slid, almost as if under someone else’s control, under his jacket until she embraced his waist. His jacket, now parted on either side of her, left only a thin shirt and her dress between her belly and the ridges she felt across his abdomen. She was right about what she’d imagined under his suit.

Most politicians’ voices dripped with air kisses and firm handshakes, affable and approachable, telling you what you wanted to hear. But Jonathon Brond had an edge. The man didn’t hide the power in his voice.

He brought his lips and hot breath close to her ear. “And once I have you bound and helpless, how should I take you? Missionary? From behind? Against the wall?” He pulled back to face her. “Or all ways?”She inched her legs further apart, and nodded.

Her inexperience demanding to be overturned intrigued him. She’d called him a gentleman. He was. When shown a door, he’d been taught to open it.