Love at First Fright Quotes

“He'd tried a slice of Black Forest gateau and for some reason he couldn't place, Ellis was reminded of the first time he'd held Rosemary in the circle of his arms, the sweet and floral scent of her perfume.”
― Nadia El-Fassi, Love at First Fright

“Rosemary watched as Fig lay down, dutifully letting Bee clumsily climb and trample all over her like an annoying little sister. Cherry looked on from another sunbeam at the runt of her litter, not so little anymore.”
― Nadia El-Fassi, Love at First Fright

“She turned her head, only to be met with the softest, warmest belly of Little Bee, who had curved her tiny body around the side of Rosemary's head, her little foot pressed against the side of Rosemary's neck. On her chest, weightless, the ghost cat was curled into a ball, watching Rosemary with her luminous eyes. As if she was saying, I'm here, go back to sleep.”
― Nadia El-Fassi, Love at First Fright

“She crouched down, Bee spilling out from her arms to go play-fight with her siblings. It was apparent just how much smaller she was, her bright ginger coat sticking out in the bunch of black-and-white. Rosemary heard a deeper, softer yowl from the living room and watched a fully grown cat, a tortoiseshell, walk into the hall to break up their play-fighting when it got too rough. There was a glimmering sheen around the cat, and her feet padded silently on the floorboards.
"Their mama is still there," Rosemary said. She crouched down and reached out a hand, the ghost cat coming over and giving her hand a head butt. She couldn't feel anything but a wisp of momentary cold across her knuckles, like a soft exhale of breath.”
― Nadia El-Fassi, Love at First Fright

“Aren't you the cutest," she cooed, lifting the kitten against her chest. Immediately, the kitten started kneading miniature biscuits into Rosemary's forearms, nuzzling her head into Rosemary's chest.
"See, I told you," her dad said, climbing into the driver's seat. "A menace."
"What did you name her? She's so tiny."
"Tiny but feisty. Reminds me of you." He chuckled. "I've been calling her Little Bee, because I found her sleeping inside your old black-and-yellow-striped rubber boots.”
― Nadia El-Fassi, Love at First Fright

“Rosemary looked, and stuttered in a shocked breath when she realized what Ellis was showing her. There, with its small round body, mottled brown and white feathers, and sooty black cap, was a willow tit.
Rosemary practically vibrated with excitement.
"I can't believe it," she whispered, pressing her forehead to the glass to get a better look. It wasn't the most remarkable garden bird, but she'd been hoping to see it for years, to complete her collection of tits.
"I've been leaving sunflower seeds in the feeder in the hopes it would come," Ellis whispered.
They stood there, looking out at the willow tit washing itself and Rosemary realized something: she was in love with Ellis Finch. She had carried this love with her each day, not knowing it by name, but letting it grow. Every action, everything he said to her had made it deepen and form. And all it took was the presence of this small songbird to make her realize it.”
― Nadia El-Fassi, Love at First Fright

“Although she didn't have Dina's magical ability to imbibe food and drink with magical comfort, she still loved the process of baking. Measuring out the dry and wet ingredients, pouring it all in the baking tray, and crouching by the oven every now and again to make sure it was rising as expected. While she waited for the pie to bake, Rosemary noted a few ideas down for the early scenes of the script adaptation of Julia, which was coming along nicely.
The room was filled with the scent of nutmeg, cinnamon, and caramelized pecans that she would use as a topping, as well as the buttery, fruity scent of the pie itself.”
― Nadia El-Fassi, Love at First Fright

“Ellis, take a photo with me!" someone called, and Rosemary heard a "Not right now, sorry," response from Ellis, and then she saw him. A pair of women had looped their arms into his, effectively locking him in place unless he purposefully struggled free. Which he wouldn't do, because he was too polite.
"Excuse me, you're going to take your hands off him right now," Rosemary said loudly, all anxiety about the heaving crowd vanishing in the face of Ellis's struggle. She spoke with her firmest, sternest Southern drawl. It was the voice she'd heard her mama use countless times on her in childhood, and it did something to people. It made them pay attention and it brooked no disrespect.”
― Nadia El-Fassi, Love at First Fright

“Rosemary inhaled the dusty, sweet scent of old books and worn leather and sipped her tea. She remembered reading somewhere that old books smell of vanilla, due to the lignin in them, which was apparently similar to vanillin, and wondered if that's why everyone said they liked the smell of books.”
― Nadia El-Fassi, Love at First Fright

“What's over there?" Rosemary pointed at a wooden archway entangled with vines.
"The loveseat area. Very hidden from view."
"Let me guess..."
"Yes, I will be fucking you there, too. As a matter of fact..."
During the next fifteen minutes, Rosemary didn't feel the cold, and her appreciation for Ellis's large garden and high evergreen walls tripled.”
― Nadia El-Fassi, Love at First Fright

“Why do I feel like you've installed some kind of sex dungeon?" Rosemary deadpanned.
"No sex dungeon, but hey---" Ellis wagged his eyebrows--- "there's a couple of spare bedrooms upstairs that could do with a makeover.”
― Nadia El-Fassi, Love at First Fright

“Can you forgive me, sweet boy? For that night?"
Hank tilted his head to the side again, and seemed to reply by giving Ellis's hand a sloppy lick.
"Thank you, Hank. I know you can't understand, but you saved me. Again and again, just by being there. My life was fuller because of you. I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry. And I love you, so much." He patted the air softly. "You can go now, sweet boy."
Hank stilled, as if Ellis's words were settling over him. Rosemary felt the air around them swell and for a second the world grew soft and permeable. She heard a raspy bark, as if down a long echo, and Hank dissolved into moonlight.”
― Nadia El-Fassi, Love at First Fright

“I think the animals we love always love us back unconditionally. Forever." Rosemary was looking down at his feet, a soft smile on her face.
"You really believe that?"
She met his gaze. "I do."
Just then, Rosemary crouched down and picked up a smooth, flat stone with a hole that went straight through it.
"Huh." She held it up to her eye.
"Don't tell me you have a secret rock collection, too?" he smirked.
"No, I've just been looking for one like this. It feels... rather serendipitous.”
― Nadia El-Fassi, Love at First Fright

“He loved the duality of this woman: one minute she was talking passionately about how little humanity knows about what lives on the ocean floor and the next minute she was squealing about adorable little woodland birds.”
― Nadia El-Fassi, Love at First Fright

“In the moonlight her skin looked like a living painting, and he wanted to give her all the pleasure he could. His mind went blank at the sight of Rosemary beneath him, her hair messy, her cheeks flushed, lips swollen from kisses and the look of utter need in her eyes.
It was the kind of thing that you remembered right at the end of it all: proof that you'd lived a life worth living. He buried himself deep into her. His body was made for it, for her.”
― Nadia El-Fassi, Love at First Fright

“She'd give him what he needed. Her limbs were jelly as Ellis pivoted her on the bed, looping her thighs over his so she could ride him.
"Good girl, ride it, ride my cock," he growled out, his hips punching to meet hers. She wound her arms around his neck, their panting breaths mingling, their bodies as close as possible. The only time Ellis's mouth left hers was when he bent down to suck her nipples, twirling his tongue around them until Rosemary felt the heat building in her core again. She was helpless to avoid it, this onslaught of pleasure. Her thoughts ebbed away, and she wasn't;t sure if she was moaning or whispering or screaming Ellis's name. Every touch rippled into a wave of pleasure, every vicious jerk of his cock inside her, every stroke of his fingers circling her clit had her floating away. It was heady, dizzying. She let herself go, knowing that she was safe, knowing that when this was all over, Ellis would bring her back down to Earth.”
― Nadia El-Fassi, Love at First Fright

“And he buried his cock inside her, right up to the hilt. Rosemary cried out, the pleasure of every inch of her filled by Ellis's size was almost too much.
"Fuck." Ellis hissed and drove into her again hard, his free hand circling her clit. "You're taking me so beautifully," he praised her, thrusting deep, again and again, building Rosemary up until she was shaking, twisting, no longer in control of her limbs or her speech, crying out as she clenched and came. She heard Ellis whispering, "Like that, good girl, come for me," and felt the roughness of his stubble as he pressed hot, open-mouthed kisses to the breasts, and the wave brought her down.
"You're so beautiful," Ellis said, looking down at Rosemary. Her brain warped at how he could say something so lovely, so endearingly romantic, yet continue to buck his hips, his cock driving into her.
"So are you." She reached up to run a finger through his dark hair, tracing the silver scar on his forehead. She was learning what Ellis liked, and when she scratched the nape of his neck with her nails, he bucked suddenly, fucking her faster.”
― Nadia El-Fassi, Love at First Fright

“She watched him with hungry eyes as he undressed, drinking in the salt-and-pepper hair of his chest and forearms, the deep V of muscle that led down to those powerful thighs. There was nothing Hollywood, nothing prim and polished about the man who stood half-naked before her now. He was built like a rugby player, tall and thick.
Ellis scooped her up into a high kneeling position, and kissed her. It was decadent, kissing like this. And surprisingly rare.”
― Nadia El-Fassi, Love at First Fright

“Now," he huffed, the heat of his breath against her pussy near enough to drive her insane, "you're going to ride my face and you come." His hands gripped the backs of her thighs, cupping her ass firmly, bringing her down to him.
"What if I crush you?" she asked.
"You won't. There is nowhere else I would rather be right now, Rosemary." Ellis looked up at her from between her legs, his pupils blown wide, a grin on his face. Then he pulled her to him. The first suck of his mouth sent a jolt of pleasure right through her.
"Fuck," Rosemary hissed, as Ellis lapped at her centre, using his hands to move her, showing her how to grind against him.
She was shy at first, but that soon faded, with every firm lick on her cunt, every kiss Ellis planted on her clit. He seemed to be taking just as much pleasure from this as she did, groaning as she writhed against his lips. She loved watching him lose control; she wanted to be the one to elicit this reaction from him.
Rosemary let herself go, grinding into the heat of Ellis's mouth, seeing stars as the orgasm crashed through her.”
― Nadia El-Fassi, Love at First Fright

“You're fucking soaked, love."
"Sorry."
"Don't apologize. I love it. I love that I can do this to you." Ellis circled her clit with his fingers, his eyes on the road and right hand on the steering wheel.
"All this talk about kinks made you wet, didn't it, sweetheart? Imagining what I'm going to do to you?" His fingers dipped into the heat of her core as his thumbs continued to stroke her clit.
"Mmm, yes," she murmured, her head tipping back against the seat.
"You want to come for me, love?"
"Please."
Ellis fucked her with his hand, loving the deliciously filthy sound of it, until her body began to clench around him. Then he pulled his hand out, and sucked his fingers into his mouth, tasting her, like honey and sea salt.”
― Nadia El-Fassi, Love at First Fright

“Need to taste you." Ellis lifted her up, his hands branding her thighs, and placed her down on the armchair, kneeling before her. He slicked kisses down her stomach, down the apex of her thighs.
Rosemary let out a needy sob when he blew softly on the wet seam of her pussy, making her writhe. The way he looked up at her, her legs wound around him, was almost enough to make her come apart. His eyes didn't leave hers as he sucked on the pearl of her clit, his tongue driving into the heat of her cunt. Rosemary moaned, her fingers tangling in Ellis's hair, holding him in place.
"Be a good girl and come on my tongue," he ordered, and with growing pace he fucked her with his fingers, too, arching inside her, pressing down on that perfect spot. Rosemary cried out, hoping that the closed door would muffle her voice as she bucked, seeing stars, riding Ellis's face and tongue until her orgasm abated.”
― Nadia El-Fassi, Love at First Fright

“She looped her fingers around his belt buckle, arching into him, grinding her pussy against the hard press of his erection.
"Fuck," Ellis moaned. Open my belt, love."
She did as she was told, relishing the command. Ellis pressed his forehead to hers, and they both looked down between the space between them, watching hungrily as Rosemary unbuckled Ellis's belt and unzipped his fly, pulling his cock free. It was heavy and thick in her hands, and Rosemary shivered with pleasure as she gave him a couple of short, firm strokes, Ellis biting his teeth down into her shoulder, punching his hips forwards automatically to meet her strokes.
"You're so good for me, Rosemary," he whispered in her ear.”
― Nadia El-Fassi, Love at First Fright

“Stand up for me, love," Ellis said. The tone of his voice... sultry, low, inviting.
She stood, feeling a touch self-conscious. Goose bumps traveled across her skin as she watched Ellis take her in before him.
"Come here," he said.
The need for him: his praise, his touch, his mouth on hers--- it was all-encompassing. She walked closer, stopping just before him.
Ellis's chest was heaving, as if this was torture for him, too, the moment before they came together, and the delicious knowing. The knowing that they would. That there was no turning back now.”
― Nadia El-Fassi, Love at First Fright

“And I get to decide when you come." Ellis ground his cock against her core, knowing precisely what he was doing to her, knowing how the edges of an orgasm were already building. She was a bundle of nerves, ready to break. Ellis thrust hard against her once.
"Fuck!" Rosemary cried out, her orgasm so, so close. But then he pulled away. She contemplated begging.
"Does that all sound good to you, love?" Ellis asked, a boyish, mischievous, and all-too-smug expression on his face.
She nodded, even as she was slick with need.
"Good," Ellis smiled, before slanting his lips against hers once more.”
― Nadia El-Fassi, Love at First Fright

“Ellis growled into her mouth, and she was lost. His mouth was reverent fire on hers, decadently soft but not gentle. There was nothing slow or careful or tentative about this kiss. His tongue was hot and slick, claiming her mouth, his grip on her neck firm and unyielding. It was everything.
He shifted against her again, brushing his cock against her and even through two layers of jeans, Rosemary could sense his size. Ellis kissed her like a man starved, like he couldn't get enough. His touch sent her into a frenzy and the only thing that could cure it was more. She reached for his belt buckle, but he stayed her hand.
"I thought you wanted...?" she asked through kiss-swollen lips.
"Oh, I do," he answered, voice all gravel. "I know how much you need it, too, don't you, love?" His grip on the back of her neck, her hips, became more possessive. Desire burned every inch of her skin.
"So much," she whimpered.”
― Nadia El-Fassi, Love at First Fright

“This is evening primrose, and from my elbow it changes into two plants, tuberose and moonflowers. My parents own a flower farm, back home in Georgia. Night blooms were my mama's specialty. Some of my favorite memories were with her in the greenhouse after sunset, watching the flowers bloom. The tattoos, they're my way of staying close to her, now she's gone."
"I'm sorry, love."
He watched as Rosemary blinked back tears. "It was a long time ago, it's okay."
Ellis thought briefly of Hank, and even though he knew losing a pet wasn't the same as losing a parent, the grief of that often surprised him at the most unlikely of times.
"It can still hurt," was all he managed to say.”
― Nadia El-Fassi, Love at First Fright

“She felt desire slicking her, a deep emptiness in her core aching to be filled and filled again. To be used, praised, taken care of. To have someone see to her pleasure and to use her for their own. Could Ellis be that person? Could he... want her?”
― Nadia El-Fassi, Love at First Fright

“She felt Ellis's eyes on her, scorching. "What do you like?"
Her heart was going to beat its way out of her chest; she could feel her pulse fluttering where he touched her.
"In, um, what context?"
Ellis leveled his hungry gaze at her. "You know what context."
Rosemary squeezed her thighs together, not that it helped. She was a goner.
"I like power play, you know, being submissive.”
― Nadia El-Fassi, Love at First Fright

“He craved the release that came with power play, being placed in charge of another person's pleasure, and that ultimate pleasure of giving them what they wanted (eventually). Allowing them that abandon. It was the hottest thing he could imagine. He loved seeing them come undone in his embrace, trusting him to get them there.”
― Nadia El-Fassi, Love at First Fright

“Being submissive to him would make her feel powerful, as contrary as that sounded in her head. Rosemary tried to slam the brakes on the little fantasy but it got away from her, and visions of Ellis ordering her to ride him until her legs gave out took over Rosemary's brain. Even the thought of it had her nipples pebbling under her top, a heat slicking her, making her ache.”
― Nadia El-Fassi, Love at First Fright