457 Quotes About Bdsm

Jillian took another step. The weaving abruptly stopped, and she pressed the blade of his own knife to his neck. He felt its cold bite. Their gazes met.“I have just one question for you,” she whispered. The edge broke skin effortlessly, and he felt blood trickle down his throat in a thin fracture. Her green eyes flickered to the wound, and Luca knew it had already healed.“Then ask.”“Do you sparkle?

She might dress like them, but she was a wolf in sheep’s clothing. She simply did not belong.

Did she realize how vulnerable she was? Of course she did. She didn’t strike Luca as a stupid girl. He doubted he could catch her by surprise if he wanted to attack her. Luckily for her, he didn’t want to attack. Only to kidnap her away from the sun.

This was a trial of his restraint and he was winning. But barely.

While we’re being upfront, I don’t want a relationship, and I’m never exclusive. I won’t phone you, I won’t remember your birthday, and I certainly won’t pop over for dinner at the weekend. Now get out of my office before I throw you against the wall and show you who’s really boss around these parts.

Her good eye, though bloodshot and tired, gleamed with mischief. He saw through the bruises adorning her. She was beautiful and conniving.“Are you asking me to run away with you?” She intertwined her bandaged fingers with his the same way she had at the club. He felt control of the situation transferring into her hands as it had then.

His chestnut hair was wild and haphazard, its cut imperfect, just as it had been when he was human — in a century when bladed scissors were below warlords such as Luca cel Rau, who would’ve used his boot dagger instead.

These streets were his. He fed where he pleased and on whomever he wished.

Humans are prey — the lesser species.