Bed Me, Duke Quotes

“He gripped her chin and forced her to look at him. “You’re a thistle, Helen. Tough and spiky and able to flourish in a rocky, brutal place. You draw blood with your prickers. But a thistle also has a flower. A rich, purple, majestic flower, like a crown.”
― Felicity Niven, Bed Me, Duke

“His heart, his mind, his soul—every piece of him, apart from his body, was in Scotland. The woman for him, the only woman for him, was in Scotland. Therefore, he should be in Scotland.”
― Felicity Niven, Bed Me, Duke

“His love. He could name it now for what it was. Something more than admiration and respect. Something much greater than physical passion. Something that eclipsed possession, and even obsession. He didn’t know the size of it but he suspected it was as limitless as a blue expanse of sky. And it belonged to her.”
― Felicity Niven, Bed Me, Duke

“I am nae beautiful.” “I don’t even know what that means when I look at you. You’re more than beautiful.”
― Felicity Niven, Bed Me, Duke

“She kissed him. “Mo luran, I would find it impossible to deny myself when ye touch me. It would be like doing without air to breathe or water to drink.”
― Felicity Niven, Bed Me, Duke

“He hadn’t been wrong about his savage countess. She really was all brutal truth and innocent desire.”
― Felicity Niven, Bed Me, Duke

“He let go of her wrists and grabbed her head and kissed her. A deep, long kiss, his hands not letting her move from him, owning his savage countess. Yes, he was hers, but he wanted her to be his, as well.”
― Felicity Niven, Bed Me, Duke

“How she could be both so unyielding and so soft, and he felt it was a privilege to be the one to see that softness. How she expected more of him, just as his best commanding officers had, and how she made him yearn to meet those expectations, be that better man. How she challenged him and forced him to see that his money and his power didn’t have to weigh him down, but could free him. And how she made him feel. Not alone.”
― Felicity Niven, Bed Me, Duke

“I like looking at you, Helen. I like touching you. What is that, if not beauty?”
― Felicity Niven, Bed Me, Duke

“Jack.” Phineas shook his head. “Jack, Jack, Jack. What happened to you up in Scotland? An unmarried woman? Has the apocalypse come and no one has made me aware of it?”
― Felicity Niven, Bed Me, Duke

“He was recognized. It didn’t matter. All that mattered was that he had to find his countess. He started crawling, dragging the excruciating ankle over the parquet floor.”
― Felicity Niven, Bed Me, Duke

“I admit I didn’t appreciate what you saw in her, at first. But now I do. From what you’ve told me about her, she worships your physical being even as she lays waste to your charming nonsense. A lethal combination for a man who craves love from behind the mask of a scoundrel.”
― Felicity Niven, Bed Me, Duke

“He leaned forward. Her fingers fell away. He kissed that cider-flavored mouth he thought he would never get to kiss again. He kissed her softly and slowly, making sure he took her lips from every possible angle, their tongues sliding over each other in a dance far more intimate than a waltz. He kissed her as if kissing was all they would ever share. He kissed her as if she had not yet accepted him and he might convince her with his kiss. He kissed her as if time had stopped and they were the only two people in the world. Because it had. And they were. He made her be the one to break away, to pull her mouth from his to breathe. He would never again be the one to end a kiss between them. Ever. He put his forehead against hers.”
― Felicity Niven, Bed Me, Duke

“Every fiber of his being wanted to follow her to her bedchamber, close the door, and be with her. In any way she might permit. Sitting on the edge of the bed with her. Looking at her. An arm around her. The side of his leg against hers.”
― Felicity Niven, Bed Me, Duke