47 Quotes About Troy

His jerky breath hit her system like a drug and she was in thrall. Of his potency. And hers. She didn’t want to stop. She wanted to keep going, keep touching him like this until he lost control. She wanted to bring him to his knees, this cocky young guy who called her baby and made her want things she hadn’t even realized she’d been missing.

You’re driving me crazy.” His ragged words were barely louder than a whisper but wicked hot against her neck.And he didn’t sound cocky or so sure of himself now. He sounded completely at her mercy.Like he might just die if she stopped.

He cocked an eyebrow and Joss’s gaze was once again drawn to the white scar that slashed it in half. “You been Googling me?”Joss’s cheeks warmed. “I needed to know I wasn’t letting an axe murderer into our house.

Sex makes people dumb.”Joss laughed. Never had truer words been spoken. “That’s deep there, cowboy.”“Hey.” He grinned. “I have layers, you know.”Oh yeah, he was a regular onion.

She broke off the kiss again on a strangled gasp, staring at him, her chest heaving. “We’re not having sex here tonight.” Even as she said it, she rode his thigh harder. Troy’s eyes almost rolled back in his head at her barely leashed restraint, at the buck of hips that didn’t seem to buy the message her mouth was selling.“Okay,” he agreed. If she chose to dry hump him all the way to orgasm beneath a billion stars he’d be in that.

I can’t have sex with you, Troy.”“Yeah. You’ve mentioned it once or twice.”She groaned again. “It’s just that…you’re so damn tempting.”He grinned. At her conflict and the absurdity of it. As if they were teenagers who’d sworn a virginity pledge and had the purity rings to prove it. He rolled up on his side, supporting his head with his palm. “I’m sorry. For being so tempting.”She snorted. “No you’re not.”Troy laughed. “You’re right. I’m not.

Lie back, baby. I’m about to fly you to the moon.

Beware the wooden horse, Agamemnon King, Conqueror, for it will roar to the skies on wings of thunder and herald the death of nations.

The gods envy us. They envy us because we’re mortal, because any moment may be our last. Everything is more beautiful because we’re doomed. You will never be lovelier than you are now. We will never be here again.