Yearning For Her Quotes

“Cats think too highly of themselves to bother hating anyone. But they might judge you just a tiny bit.”
― Tiffany Roberts, Yearning For Her

“I already told you what I really want, Kian. Love. I want the love of someone who will be there for me when I feel like the world is breaking apart around me. Someone who will share not just joy and laughter, but sorrow and pain. Someone who will fight with me but love me all the more for it.” Tears stung her eyes. “I want someone who will still want me when I’m wrinkled and old, who will love me until my final breath.”
― Tiffany Roberts, Yearning For Her

“Call me a liar, mortal. Call me a fool,” he said, moving the cloth over her sex. He gently pressed down on her clit. Her breath hitched, and he held her gaze. “So long as you call me yours, I don’t care.”
― Tiffany Roberts, Yearning For Her

“I could spend a hundred thousand years walking every realm and never find another soul as beautiful as yours.”
― Tiffany Roberts, Yearning For Her

“Reality is even stranger than your books, isn’t it?” “Not unless half-spider, half-humanoid creatures exist too.”
― Tiffany Roberts, Yearning For Her

“You saw my bookcase. If I want pleasure, all I need to do is pick a book and break out my vibrator. Happy endings all around. That’s all a girl needs.”
― Tiffany Roberts, Yearning For Her

“Give me a chance,” he whispered before brushing his lips over her forehead. “Show me. Teach me about mortal love. Teach me how to love you.”
― Tiffany Roberts, Yearning For Her

“Because it’s hollow. Lust sparks bright and hot, and then it fizzles out. In the end…you’re left alone. Left with nothing.” A tear escaped her eye, trickling down her cheek. “I want love. The kind of love that doesn’t die. That keeps burning, on and on, and is so much bigger and brighter than any flame. The kind of love that only happens when two souls see each other and know they can’t exist without one another.”
― Tiffany Roberts, Yearning For Her

“I want your pleasure. I want you to writhe in ecstasy, to scream my name, to claw at my skin. I want you to come undone. And then I want to do it again, and again, and again, because you have made me yearn like never before.”
― Tiffany Roberts, Yearning For Her

“Kian opened his eyes. “Sorry, Violet. One night wasn’t enough. You’re still mine.”
― Tiffany Roberts, Yearning For Her

“If only someone saw me as worth keeping.”
― Tiffany Roberts, Yearning For Her

“Because he never truly loved me. He loves what I can give him, loves that I do anything he needs. Loves that he gets to be in charge. That thought made her stomach churn. How could she have been so stupid? How could she have been so blind after all this time? Because I desperately wanted someone to love me for once. To see me as enough.”
― Tiffany Roberts, Yearning For Her

“My lovely mortal.” Kian pressed another kiss to her lips before tilting her head to the side. “Do you know how hard it has been to resist you?” He dipped his head, kissing her jaw. “Do you know how utterly you have consumed me?” His mouth moved to her neck, trailing down, caressing her smooth flesh. “Do you understand how fiercely I have yearned for you?” When he reached the purple mark Lachlan had left, Kian had to swallow back another surge of rage. He brushed his lips over the bruise. “I would kill for you.” Willow shivered, and her fingers curled against his shoulders. “Kian…” He kissed that spot again, dabbing it with his tongue. “Anyone who hurts you will learn the meaning of pain. I will rend the flesh from their bones with claws and fangs.” He moved his mouth down and kissed the hollow at the base of her throat. Then he did the same to each of her shoulders. “And then I will tend to your every need, my Violet. Fulfill your every desire.” She released a shuddering breath. “What about your desires?” A low growl rumbled from his chest. He lifted his head, locking his gaze with hers. “You are my desire, Willow.”
― Tiffany Roberts, Yearning For Her

“The stranger reached toward her and brushed the back of a finger down her cheek, leaving warm tingles in its wake. “Breathe, Violet.” Willow released a slow, shaky breath. He stroked her other cheek. “That’s a good girl.” Heat pooled between her thighs. Oh God.”
― Tiffany Roberts, Yearning For Her