Savage Quotes

“I’ve hated the Banna for a long time, but I think this is the first time I truly realize how stupid we all are. It’s not just a shitty lifestyle. It’s fucking dumb.”
― Erin Russell, Savage

“I want people to smell me on you.”
― Erin Russell, Savage

“I’ll show him that he absolutely, incontrovertibly belongs to me, and anyone who wants to take him away will have to pry him out of my cold, dead hands. Including his own self-sabotaging brain.”
― Erin Russell, Savage

“I want to use any tool I have to burn away the threats of reality that are creeping in to haunt us. I want to devour him. To tear him apart, limb by limb, and then rebuild him so he’s marked with me, inside and out.”
― Erin Russell, Savage

“Gorgeous. So fucking sensitive. I knew you would be. I knew you needed this. My perfect doll. I’ll never make you fuck anybody ever again, you were meant to spread your legs for me. Such a perfect little cunt. My breath hitches, and everything in my body tightens. I need release more than I need fucking oxygen. “Bambi,” I say on an exhale, my voice barely-there but still so desperate. “Bambi, please.”
― Erin Russell, Savage

“Micah should come, right? He should get to come, too. He’s hard. He deserves it, after everything he does to take care of me, all the way up to coaxing said orgasm out of me with whispered filthy but loving words and electric touches. By letting me hump his hip like a desperate animal until I spilled myself all over my little brother. No, not brother. Stepbrother. Former stepbrother. Fuck. I don’t even know how to think of him anymore. Mine. My Bambi.”
― Erin Russell, Savage

“This is about Tadhg finally letting himself go, even if it’s just for a second. And if I have any say in what happens next, it won’t be the end of it. This is just the fucking beginning.”
― Erin Russell, Savage

“You’re my good boy, Tadhg.” Another shudder. “Does my good boy need to come?”
― Erin Russell, Savage

“I hesitate. Just for a second, because we really should talk about this. I’ve looked at him as a brother all my life, even though we’re not actually related, by blood or the law. He was my protector. And now I have my tongue down his throat.”
― Erin Russell, Savage

“I don’t know what to say. I just need him to understand that it doesn’t matter if he thinks he’s worthless right now, I’ll care enough about him for the both of us.”
― Erin Russell, Savage

“I don’t appreciate the scene he’s trying to make, or the amount of discomfort that grips me because of it. “Sorry, I was napping,” he says. “Can I help you with something, Bambi?”
― Erin Russell, Savage

“Every time he touches me, it’s gentle but firm, and I don’t have to do anything other than what he tells me. It’s nice. He’s in control. He just keeps talking in that calm, I’m-the-boss voice and I kind of want to let Micah be in charge of me for the rest of my existence.”
― Erin Russell, Savage

“I wouldn’t want you to be anything other than yourself.”
― Erin Russell, Savage

“He’s staring at me, and his big Bambi eyes are so wide and serious I can’t look away. It’s like a wall in my mind comes crashing down, and I remember exactly what it feels like to have someone in the world give a shit whether you live or die. Not because of what they need you for, but because they care about you.”
― Erin Russell, Savage

“You’re lucky to be alive, you great big buffoon of a man. Do you have any idea how scared I was? Your scumbag father darkens my doorstep after all these years, only to put me in charge of saving you from whatever disaster he got you into. I swear to god, Tadhg, if you crawl back into my life now only to die on me, I will never forgive you. I will fucking hara-kiri myself and follow you to the afterlife so I can scold you forever. Do you understand?”
― Erin Russell, Savage

“Bambi?” he whispers, still staring at me with that confused expression.”
― Erin Russell, Savage

“I use all my self-control to stifle the urge to laugh. Tadhg is dying, my life has been hurled into chaos, and all they care about is their fabricated military-esque chain of command. As if they’re not a bunch of redneck skinhead drug dealers playing dress-up. And people like this say gay men are melodramatic. “Yes. Savage. A completely appropriate and not-at-all ridiculous name. Well, he’s my brother, and this is my apartment, so I think I’ll call him whatever the fuck I want, but thanks for your input.”
― Erin Russell, Savage

“I’m hit by my own wave of emotion. It’s incredible how much I’ve missed him, even after all these years. But there’s no time for that right now, so I pack it away along with all my other feelings.”
― Erin Russell, Savage

“I’ve found that people will let you get away with a lot of shit when you’re doe-eyed and boyish. Hooray for twink privilege.”
― Erin Russell, Savage

“enough to fall into his face and curl into his eyes. Nothing feels right. Nothing feels real. I reach out for him on instinct, and he frowns, but leans down and tangles his hand in mine. Exactly how we used to in the closet.”
― Erin Russell, Savage

“My world has always been painful, but when I had Micah, I also had a purpose. Protecting him from Father kept me focused. It”
― Erin Russell, Savage

“protecting Micah was a worthy cause. Probably the only worthy cause I ever had.”
― Erin Russell, Savage