The White Lily Quotes

“Has he lost his mind?” He dipped lower, sliding his lips against the soft patch of skin beneath her ear, inhaling her clean, night-flower scent. “Yes.” Unable to stop himself, he scraped his razor-sharp fangs against her skin, scoring lightly just enough to see red pebbles in a line. “He has lost his mind,” he whispered on a rasp. Her fingers curled at his shoulders. She sighed when he tongued the strip of blood away. “He has lost his body and soul, too.” He sucked her pretty earlobe, going rock-hard at her whimpering gasp. “You’ve gotten your claws in deep, kitten.” He trailed his mouth up her jaw, sliding his fingers up her nape and cupping her head to keep her where he wanted her. “And I’m bleeding inwardly.” Gently, he nipped at her bottom lip, sucking it between his lips and letting it slide out slowly. “I’m quite ready to die at your feet, if you’ll only give yourself to me.”
― Juliette Cross, The White Lily

“She didn’t understand why electric energy sizzled in the air. She expected to see sparks popping off Mikhail and Dmitri at any moment. “I apologize,” offered Mikhail, standing before her with his hands at his back. “You need do nothing, Miss Snow, except stand very, very still. Please make no sudden movements. But I must inform you that we must ask permission to get close to your person.” “How close?” she asked, her throat gone dry from their nearness already. She sensed danger like the mouse in the field who feels the hawk watching her but cannot see him. “Quite close,” said Mikhail, his unworldly eyes filling with more black of his pupil.”
― Juliette Cross, The White Lily

“Because your night-flower scent is embedded in my skin. Whenever I draw near to you, it settles on my tongue, watering my mouth, making me ache for you. Yearning for one little taste. But it isn’t just your blood I want.” He smiled when her pouty lips dropped open in shock and her eyes dilated with desire. “That is how I know this is your cloak, kitten.”
― Juliette Cross, The White Lily

“You say the naughtiest things for a duke.”
He arched a brow. “How many dukes have you known?”
She glanced up as if trying to remember. “None but you.”
― Juliette Cross, The White Lily

“Come now, Miss Snow. We both know that’s a lie.” He forced her gaze upward, his fingers slipping into her hair against her scalp, loosening her bun. A pin popped and fell to the floor. He dipped his head low, lips hovering close. “You want to indulge.”
― Juliette Cross, The White Lily

“He was too big, too dark, too strong, too seductive… simply too much for her to resist.”
― Juliette Cross, The White Lily

“Then she wrapped her legs around his lower back, locking her ankles. Her shy gaze shifted, boring into his like she owned him. Because she fucking did.”
― Juliette Cross, The White Lily

“He wished he could just toss her on the bed, fuck her hard, then let her go like he did all the others. But he understood before he ever entered her body, right down to whatever the essence was that made up his soul, that once inside her, he’d be lost forever. And he didn’t fucking care. Nothing could stop him now. And knowing this would be a marking—a long ride of erotic pleasure where she must bend to him in every way and he to her—made his cock thicken and harden even more.”
― Juliette Cross, The White Lily

“And the beasts came out to play…”
― Juliette Cross, The White Lily

“She opened her mouth and let him feed her. He slipped in his index finger with melted chocolate on the tip and she sucked it clean as he pulled his finger free and away from her mouth. The chocolate was decadent, but the man who fed her was pure intoxication.”
― Juliette Cross, The White Lily

“It was no longer a war of humans against vampires. It was a war between justice and tyranny.”
― Juliette Cross, The White Lily

“She wasn’t the kind of woman to give herself easily. But she’d never known a man or vampire like him. He always got what he wanted. And right now, he wanted nothing more in the wide world than the complete and absolute submission of the lovely Miss Snow.”
― Juliette Cross, The White Lily