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“Once a prisoner, always a prisoner. My Alessio would never give up the Mafia. It was no longer an occupation but a fucking lifestyle.”
― Holly Guy, Illegal activities

“In his long, eternal life, he had never witnessed a mortal who could defeat his creatures. He purposely created these monsters to be indestructible. And yet the little mortal murdered like it was the easiest thing in the world.”
― Holly Guy, Deaths New Pet

“This time, there's nothing gentle about our kiss. It's all passion and wet kisses and curious hands.”
― Pranay Patil, Burgundy Winters: in Europe

“A new world of juicefull possibilities opens up when sex doesn’t take the lead, but sensuality leads the way.”
― Lebo Grand

“Oh God,” I gasped. The burn of his mouth on me was so deliciously wrong.
“I knew you could be a good girl,” he crooned.”
― Darcy Monroe, The Hall of Art and Pleasure

“Despite how horrifying today had been, my knees trembled when his warm body bucked softly against me. His eyes met mine in the mirror, and he gave one of those half-smiles only very hot guys could master.”
― Darcy Monroe, The Hall of Art and Pleasure

“Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.”
― Anonymous, Holy Bible: New International Version

“When she drew near, the rich musk of him wrapped her again: shaving soap, ale, and that delicious, darker something---him. It might as well have been opium for what it did to the run of her thoughts.”
― Julie Anne Long, Beauty and the Spy

“So much of sexual desire comes from the belief that another body can alleviate our aloneness. It can’t do that, but people believe it can. When one body doesn’t work, they look for another. When we don't feel alone, we don't look for anyone’s body or personality to fill the void. There is no void.”
― Donna Goddard, Purnima

“God, she was gorgeous. Pure and cleanly beautiful. From the rounded crests of her cheeks to the delicate sweep of her jaw, she had the kind of face sculptors memorialized in marble and the rest of us gazed upon for centuries to come.
Of course she was beautiful. She was an actress. Meant to be idolized on the screen. Emma Maron, a.k.a Princess Anya, future queen and conqueror on Dark Castle. The guys and I used to watch the show while traveling between games. Anya was a favorite. Particularly since...
I'd seen her breasts. It hit me like a puck to the helmet, and my ears began to ring. I'd seen those perfect creamy handfuls with sweet pink tips that pointed upward, defying gravity and begging to be sucked. I had watched her on hands on knees, perky tits bouncing as Arasmus slammed into her from behind.
I actually blushed. Me. The guy who'd had dozens of women throw themselves at him every night since high school. I'd had sex so many times and in so many ways it had become a blur. Nothing shamed me or made me uncomfortable. Yet I started to get hot under the collar, my cheeks burning. After nearly a year of being disinterested in all things sexual, my dick decided to make its presence known and start rising. Now, of all times. Now, when I was stuck in a damn truck less than three feet from a woman, I finally got a hard-on. Lovely.
I felt like a damn lecher.
"At least it's a beautiful drive," she said, breaking through heated thoughts of creamy breasts with cotton candy nipples.”
― Kristen Callihan, Make It Sweet

“UNMERCIFUL
My body was a useless entity.
In your presence, it betrayed me.
Like dangerous waters beckoning
In their mystifying beauty.
Their tantalizing fluidity caressed my body
As I resisted taking the plunge.

My body betrayed me,
Ignored me like a preoccupied stranger
With a will of its own.
And, I cruelly learned,
I could control what happened
Only if you were merciful.

But, watching you,
Listening to you,
Was not merciful.
It was a torturous joy.”
― Kyrian Lyndon, Awake with the Songbirds

“The tip of my finger hooked under the top, and I pulled it slowly to the side, feeling the drag.
Lucian grunted, low and protracted, as though the sound could make me go faster. The reaction in my body was a delicious clenching of my sex. I arched into that sound, my lids fluttering as I tugged the top farther over, stopping right at the edge of my nipple. And he jerked, the water sloshing.
"Em..." The plea came out in a thick rasp. "Baby..."
The muscles along his arms bunched as he gripped the lip of the pool, as though trying to hold himself back.”
― Kristen Callihan, Make It Sweet

“I wanted her and only her.
I wanted to be a part of her storm.
I wanted to feel my pulse against hers.
I wanted the bitter on her sweet tongue.
I wanted the sadness in her sweet syrup eyes.
I wanted the silence in her screaming mind and the enigma that is really quite simple- a complicated happiness. I wasn't willing to let go. I was falling completely, forever, into solid fucking love that was swimming through my veins.
I wanted to be the breath in her mouth and the rhythm in her chest that would beat only for me.”
― Shey Stahl, Waiting for You

“Maybe there is no one perfect person and anyone you end up with will eventually make you think there’s someone better out there.”
― Susane Colasanti

“Keep the faith. The vision is always for the appointed time. Be patient, prayerful and wait for the fulfillment of your visions.”
― Lailah Gifty Akita

“I have enough patient to wait for the fulfillment of my wishes.”
― Lailah Gifty Akita

“What a wonderful sadness to miss the one you have loved forever, it seems, and know that she is waiting at home.”
― Dan Groat, An Enigmatic Escape: A Trilogy

“And if I can't be yours now I'll wait here on this ground till you come, till you take me away. Maybe someday.”
― Colleen Hoover, Maybe Someday

“There was a story etched in each wrinkle on his forehead-the stories any long life can amass but that only a lonely life locks forever.”
― Ashay Abbhi, Chronicles of Urban Nomads

“My watch buzzed and told me I had ten minutes left to live. I turned my wrist to glance at it. Yep. This sucks.

J.M. Friedman. Succubus in Seattle (Kindle Locations 28-29).”
― J.M. Friedman, Succubus in Seattle