His Sinner Quotes

“I flip to the dedication page and my heart stops.

To my muse:
I wrote all my books for you, even before I met you. But this one even more so than the rest. Because this is the book in which I ask you to love me forever. To be mine. To say yes.
When I drag my eyes up from the page, vision blurry, he’s kneeling in front of me.”
― Harmony West, His Sinner

“Even when death comes for me, I’m crawling from my grave to find you in the afterlife.”
― Harmony West, His Sinner

“I swear to god, if you break my fucking heart, I’ll break you.”
― Harmony West, His Sinner

“When I reach her, I stop and hold out the handle. “I told you if you wanted to kill me, I’d hand you the knife.”
With a shaking hand, she takes it, staring down at the glinting blade.
If she kills me, it will be a merciful death. Because I can’t imagine living another day without her. A life without my muse isn’t one worth living.
“You’re my everything. If I don’t have you, I’m nothing. I said I’d give you anything you want. If you want my blood on your hands, you can spill it. If you want the light to leave my eyes, you can extinguish it.”
― Harmony West, His Sinner

“I finally met my biggest fan in person and listening to you gush about my words, watching the excitement light up your eyes, something clicked in my mind. The dam broke. The words flowed again. All because of you. And I knew the second I spoke to you, the moment our eyes connected, that everything has been because of you. Everything that’s happened, every step I’ve taken, has been a journey to find you. The other half of my soul. The missing piece to my puzzle that I’ve been searching for my entire life. I know I’ve fallen faster and harder than you have. You may not love me yet. Or, if you do, you may not be willing to admit it. But I promise you, I will gladly devote every day of my life to proving my worth to you. And even if I don’t hear those three words from your lips until I’m on my deathbed, I will die a happy man.”
― Harmony West, His Sinner

“Wow. So that’s how you fuck your girlfriend, huh?”
So she was listening to our dinner conversation. At least parts of it. “No. You’ve been my wife since I laid eyes on you.”
She snorts. “I want a ring before you start calling me your wife.”
“You’ll get whatever ring you want. But I’m calling you my wife now.”
“Until death do us part?” She’s teasing, sarcasm dripping from her lips as she maintains the ridiculous notion that she’ll never marry me, but she’ll soon learn that I mean exactly what I say.
“No. Even when death comes for me, I’m crawling from my grave to find you in the afterlife.”
She can’t help the smile that tugs at her lips. “I’ve always wanted a man who would crawl to me.”
― Harmony West, His Sinner

“I love getting her riled up, even though she should know by now that I would never want to do anything to upset her like getting her fired, even if it meant my life would markedly improve. She is more important than any of my wants or needs. I would gladly stop breathing if she needed my oxygen.”
― Harmony West, His Sinner

“That will never happen again. I will never leave your side if it means I can keep you safe.”
She scoffs, even though the tiny smile tells me my words bring her comfort. “You can’t be by my side twenty-four-seven.”
“Watch me.”
“Absolutely not. I need my space. If I’m around you constantly, you’ll drive me insane. And you’re not watching me while I’m on the toilet taking a shit.”
“I’ll be in the room, but I’ll put on headphones and turn my back to give you some privacy.”
Her nose scrunches in disgust, and I manage a laugh.”
― Harmony West, His Sinner

“Point it at the target, not the trees.” “I’m not pointing it at the trees!”
― Harmony West, His Sinner

“We spend the next hour writing the filthiest smut we can come up with, taking turns reading each other’s material out loud and giggling.”
― Harmony West, His Sinner

“I’m coming for you, muse.” From my grave, I crawl to her.”
― Harmony West, His Sinner

“I don’t have neighbors. No one else lives on my mountain.” She snorts. “What do you mean your mountain?” “I mean, I own this mountain.” “You own a mountain?” “Yes, and once you marry me, so will you.” She scoffs. “I’ve already told you marriage is never happening. Not with you or anybody.” “Not with anybody,” I confirm. “But undoubtedly with me.”
― Harmony West, His Sinner

“Until death,” I vow. “And then, until I find you again in the afterlife.”
― Harmony West, His Sinner

“Are you a witch?” He winks at me. “In the sense that I have a magic touch and a broomstick you can ride whenever you wish.”
― Harmony West, His Sinner

“She tugs her clothes back in place before diverting her gaze to the same window that distracted her earlier. “Do you have a Peeping Tom neighbor or something?”
“I don’t have neighbors. No one else lives on my mountain.”
She snorts. “What do you mean your mountain?”
“I mean, I own this mountain.”
“You own a mountain?”
“Yes, and once you marry me, so will you.”
She scoffs. “I’ve already told you marriage is never happening. Not with you or anybody.”

“Not with anybody,” I confirm. “But undoubtedly with me.”
― Harmony West, His Sinner

“I believe he feasted on the heroine for an hour. If I’m not mistaken.”
His chuckle echoes in his mask. “Yes, he didn’t quite have the endurance of his author.”
“You’re saying you could lick my pussy for over an hour?” I challenge.
“I’m saying I will lick you until my tongue falls off if that’s what you desire.”
My god, this man. “If your tongue falls off, what use would I have for you?”
He yanks me to the edge of the table, my bare ass squeaking across the surface. “My fingers and cock could still make you scream.”
― Harmony West, His Sinner

“Are you a witch?”
He winks at me. “In the sense that I have a magic touch and a broomstick you can ride whenever you wish.”

I roll my eyes, even as his words make desire pool low in my belly.”
― Harmony West, His Sinner

“I want to spend it writing for each other. Not manuscripts or other projects, but stories or scenes that we write specifically for the other person. Then we’ll read them aloud to each other.”
― Harmony West, His Sinner

“For being my muse. For being the reason I was able to write again, let alone finish my book. I was on the verge of giving up entirely. I thought I was broken, but you put me back together.”
― Harmony West, His Sinner