Her Tortured Beasts Quotes

“What Could Have Been – Sting ft Ray Chen”
― E.P. Bali, Her Tortured Beasts

“Say Yes to Heaven — Lana Del Rey”
― E.P. Bali, Her Tortured Beasts

“lay my naked skin upon his bare chest, I whimper with need. Burying my nose into the crook of his neck, I inhale him into my lungs and savour the feeling of his arms snaking around me, holding me with equal desperation. He whispers my name again, his hands tracing down, then up my back as if remembering the curve of my spine, the shape of my hip, the span of my shoulders. His breath is heavy as I cry into him and he sweeps my long length of hair away, laying kisses on my shoulder. Only when he whispers my name for a third time, pained and insistent, do I raise my head and look at him, and find Scythe looking at me too.”
― E.P. Bali, Her Tortured Beasts

“I kiss her there three times. Once for love, once for luck, and once because I’m horny.”
― E.P. Bali, Her Tortured Beasts

“In This Shirt – The Irrepressibles”
― E.P. Bali, Her Tortured Beasts

“The Last of Her Kind – Peter Gundry”
― E.P. Bali, Her Tortured Beasts

“Make It Bun Dem — Skrillex, Damian Marley”
― E.P. Bali, Her Tortured Beasts

“Creep — Radiohead”
― E.P. Bali, Her Tortured Beasts

“Blood Upon the Snow — Hozier & Bear McCreary”
― E.P. Bali, Her Tortured Beasts

“Whatever crucial thing in me that broke the day he formally rejected me, doesn’t break again. It shatters into fine dust. And it makes me feel worse than before. There’s an eternal cold inside my heart,”
― E.P. Bali, Her Tortured Beasts

“This voice belongs to the shark. He smells of brine and darkness and I quieten to listen to his damaged voice.”
― E.P. Bali, Her Tortured Beasts

“She cries out and I send my finger deeper. I’m met with a gush of fluids that I lap up immediately, licking faster and faster at her clit. She moans and I stroke her inside, a slow, lazy rhythm that makes her muscles loose. I have to hold her up as she whimpers. Grinning into her pussy, I work my pretty jewel, massaging her, licking and tasting until she screams, coming completely undone and all but collapsing onto my face. My own cock is hard and pulsing, begging for release, but I must ensure my most precious treasure is attended to first. “Good jewel,” I say, hauling her into my arms and stepping out of the shower. “Very well done.”
― E.P. Bali, Her Tortured Beasts

“Her inner lips are dessert to my tongue and I savour them, slowly, completely. My lips find that swollen bud right at the top, a beacon to her pleasure. I suck gently, and she bucks into my mouth, crying out. I grin into her secret place, working that bud until her muscles clench around me. I slide my hand up her inner thigh, and when I coat my fingers in her juices, she jerks.”
― E.P. Bali, Her Tortured Beasts

“She came under my touch. So easily and so freely, that I stared, fascinated at my new possession. All mine, only mine, safe in my room, in my arms, for no one to touch and hold and stroke but me. Mine. Mine All mine. Her orgasms are all mine. Her mouth is all mine. Her touch is all mine, too.”
― E.P. Bali, Her Tortured Beasts

“My body welcomes his touch, and honestly, I feel like I’ve been waiting my whole life to feel this. To experience this. It eases that primitive wound at my core.”
― E.P. Bali, Her Tortured Beasts

“hairs on my neck stand on end. She glares out at us. Challenges us. Those blue irises like the brightest sapphires from the deepest parts of the Earth.”
― E.P. Bali, Her Tortured Beasts

“Lady Boneweaver sacrifices for her friends. Sacrifices her skin. Her womb. Her honour. Because tonight, great beasts fight to purchase us. And where once before they used their claws and fangs, tonight, they will use the modern world’s form of power: money.”
― E.P. Bali, Her Tortured Beasts

“Ghoul’s shadows taste sweet on my tongue. Soft like velvet, powerful like a midnight storm.”
― E.P. Bali, Her Tortured Beasts

“Only the frightened reject a mate bond,” I reply smoothly. “Only the frightened rage so hard. Only the frightened curse themselves.”
― E.P. Bali, Her Tortured Beasts

“People don’t belong in cages,” Selena says quietly. I regard her carefully. “Or towers.” Her eyes sparkle.”
― E.P. Bali, Her Tortured Beasts

“Xander has that sort of dangerous masculine scent that drives me to do wild things—”
― E.P. Bali, Her Tortured Beasts

“It gets better the lower I go and I covetously grip her hips as I find my lips tickled by a tuft of soft curls. I took her for a Brazilian type of woman, but it doesn’t fucking matter, not when it’s ambrosia, not when I crave it like I crave the fucking sky. She cries out when my lips kiss the line where her labia meet. I stroke my tongue down her centre, lapping up the beads of her heady juices as I do. Sliding my tongue between her lips, I groan deep in my throat as that nectar slides into my mouth, simultaneously heating me up and cooling my brain. The cerebral relief I feel is unmatched as I lave into her pussy, exploring the delicate skin like a skilled explorer. A flick of her clit makes her cry out, hands reaching into my hair and tugging in just the way I like. My lips find her clit and I suck on it gently, and happily find a flood of the heady slick in my mouth. I reach down and stroke myself as I savour this delicacy, feeling my hard shaft respond to the pleasure in my mouth. I squeeze the base almost cruelly hard, milking my cock and feeling its veins bulge. Precum coats the broad head and I imagine the flutter of my tongue of her most sensitive spot, grinning as I feel her writhe and almost choke on a moan. I’m relentless, wanting to feel more of the unexpected pleasure, pumping my shaft hard and fast as if I was in her. Release gathers at the base of me, rumbling like a volcano ready to explode. I work my cock as I work her clit and she comes first, screaming and crying, her back almost lifting off the bed completely before she pants, yanking on my hair so hard it hurts in the best way. Pressure hits a breaking point in my own body and I sit up, tilting my head back and moaning into the sky as I let go weeks of release onto her body, milking out every laboured millilitre of my seed. I inhale a sweet breath and exhale a relieved one before flopping down on the bed. Lazily, I rub my cum into her skin, letting my scent claim her, letting my seed soak into her skin. Silence. There is blissful silence in my head. And for the first time in an age, I go soundly to sleep.”
― E.P. Bali, Her Tortured Beasts

“She gasps into my mouth. And it does something so primal to me. A growl tears from my throat, greed and desire taking me over completely. Her scent—gods, her scent is everything, and my dragon sways in approval. I sweep the sheet off her, sliding my hand down the curve of a delicious waist, down a smooth thigh and lower to the back of her knee. With another growl, I hike her leg over my hip, my cock painful and hard as obsidian stone. “I need you,” I mutter. “Fuck, I need you.” She whimpers, her own primal desires making her writhe, making her skin slide over my naked skin, leaving me panting and half-mad. My cock twitches and catches her between the legs, the head sinking into moisture. She hisses and so do I, making me slide my hips, greedily wanting to be coated in that sweet wetness. I palm her breast and she arches into me, moaning wantonly. The scent of her wet pussy makes me drunk and I suddenly can’t think of anything else except what that would feel like inside of my mouth and on my tongue and on my entire face. I want to cover my whole body in that sweetness. “I need to taste you,” I say hoarsely, sliding down her body, tasting her skin as I go. The centre of her chest, a line down her body. The taste of her is almost orgasmic, like a buffet of every perfect taste in the world.”
― E.P. Bali, Her Tortured Beasts

“I was a creature born to fly, born to tear through the wind and let my majesty be known to all beneath me. And yet I want to tear apart the very sky. I want to sink my claws into the world and shred it to pieces.”
― E.P. Bali, Her Tortured Beasts

“Hands of Gold — Peter Hollens”
― E.P. Bali, Her Tortured Beasts

“There is a monster chasing me: my own fucking decisions. The consequences are catching up, hard and fast.”
― E.P. Bali, Her Tortured Beasts

“A foul scent lingers in the air, and it smells of misogyny.”
― E.P. Bali, Her Tortured Beasts

“There’s a moment then. Hot, disastrous, and smoky between us. When time seems to lose its place and neither of us understands quite what just happened. I see it then. In another time and place, where we’re not enemies. Where he could have worshipped me. When I would have freely loved him.”
― E.P. Bali, Her Tortured Beasts

“His power is darker and more foreboding than the others, wrapping around me as if he wants to drag my soul to hell with his. His body might be a furnace, but his mouth is like the inside of a volcano, demanding and greedy. He tastes like fire on my tongue, the pressure of ancient volcanic rock and the scent of flowing molten lava. A rumbling sound courses through his chest and into mine, and that hand clutching my neck slides to cup my breast.”
― E.P. Bali, Her Tortured Beasts

“She has a body made by the Wild Goddess, perfect for a beast’s tongue and teeth. Perfect for a monster’s dark hands.”
― E.P. Bali, Her Tortured Beasts