833 Quotes About Romance-book

Forrest would fucking kill me if he knew I was mentally undressing his little sister and envisioning what she might look like all fragile and purring like a kitten beneath me.Hell. Forrest might try and fucking kill me regardless.

but when she looked into his eyes, those dark velvet brown eyes, Arabella saw something of tenderness. And for all that she should have known better, for all of her common sense, she felt the stirrings of old feelings that she had thought never to feel again.

Cock is one of my favorite tastes.

Don't yield to her," I whisper. "Don't even yield to the memory of her." He draws back a little, just enough so I can meet his eyes."Don't yield to me either," I say, and have to swallow past the sudden emotion in my throat. "Yield to yourself. Yield to forgiveness. Yield to happiness. Yield to this moment. It's not hers. It's yours. It's mine. It's ours.

I will tell you the story of my life. The story of nameless events that I intentionally never wished to name. We give names to the things that we don’t want to forget, but I have no fear of forgetting. Events that are so dramatic that they affect the lives of us all are never forgotten. They are always remembered with the same intensity, whether they destroy your heart or make it glorious…

No quiero a un caballero andante que me salve o me proteja, sino a un hombre normal que camine a mi lado. Alguien que me mire y me vea. De verdad.

One more kiss like that, and I'd let him do whatever he wanted. Tie me up. Dress me like a nurse. Make me call him Daddy. I didn't care.

Temper it with a little fear,' he said gently. 'It keeps you from being reckless. Reckless people don’t live long.' His touch on her hand sent sparks through her.

The woman who started as a pawn in this game, to be used, ignored, or discarded as needed, had somehow become the all-powerful queen.