Adoore

“His thumb went back and forth over the satin, as if he were rubbing her hip as he had when they’d been together, and he moved his leg over so that it was on top of the skirting.
It wasn’t the same, though. There was no body underneath, and the fabric smelled like lemons, not her skin. And he was, after all, alone in this room that was not theirs.
“God, I miss you,” he said in a voice that cracked. “Every night. Every day…”
― J.R. Ward, Lover Reborn

“Oh, this I have to see. I love it when you go for the vernacular.
Jugular.”
― Sherrilyn Kenyon, Acheron

“I’m not the whore here, Acheron. You are. Bought and sold to anyone who could pay your fee. How dare you think for one minute you were ever worthy of a goddess. (Artemis)
You’re right, my lady. I’m not worthy of you or anyone else. I’m just a piece of shit to be dumped naked in the street. Forgive me for ever sullying you. (Acheron)”
― Sherrilyn Kenyon, Acheron

“Dedicated to: You.
There will never be another like you.
For me...you are the one.
Yeah, I don't have enough words for this....”
― J.R. Ward, Lover Awakened