Sweet Obsession Quotes

“You saved my life,” he repeats more emphatically. “Every day since then, every fucking heartbeat, I owe to you.”
― Callie Rose, Sweet Obsession

“Sometimes I want to break you, angel,” he murmurs into my ear, his voice a rough burn. “Sometimes I want to break you apart just to see what’s inside.”
― Callie Rose, Sweet Obsession

“You saved my life,” he repeats more emphatically. “Every day since then, every fucking heartbeat, I owe to you.” The vibration of his low voice begins in his chest and travels up my arm through the place where our skin touches, making my own pulse skyrocket. The intensity of his tone sparks my fight-or-flight instinct, and I tug hard on my hand. But he doesn’t let go. Doesn’t let it budge.”
― Callie Rose, Sweet Obsession

“I am by what just happened. Then something settles over his face—the same expression he wore when he watched Marcus fuck me and Theo kiss me. As if he’s looking at the most precious object in the world, but it’s enclosed behind a glass case. As if he’s looking at something he will never, ever have.”
― Callie Rose, Sweet Obsession

“Maybe we really are bound by blood. By the blood I shed that night and the blood that has continued to pump through his veins ever since.”
― Callie Rose, Sweet Obsession

“It’s always been you,” he murmurs roughly, his voice like sandpaper. “Ever since the first time I saw you that night. You’re my fucking guardian angel, my dirty secret, my broken doll. You’re”
― Callie Rose, Sweet Obsession

“But the burly man with the short-cropped hair doesn’t even blink. Doesn’t even hesitate. “Ryland Bennett.”
― Callie Rose, Sweet Obsession

“I can tell that much even from this distance. This man’s hair is darker and cut shorter, his frame a little more broad. It’s not the same man.”
― Callie Rose, Sweet Obsession

“his brown hair glows at the edges like an angelic crown fit for a king. Two men stand behind him. His sentinels. The other pieces of him.”
― Callie Rose, Sweet Obsession

“His square jaw is set, and his full lips press into a harsh line.”
― Callie Rose, Sweet Obsession

“It’s harder for people to hurt you when you don’t willingly hand over pieces of your heart.”
― Callie Rose, Sweet Obsession

“These two are like my brothers. I will never hurt them. I will never fight them. But if you ever touch a man besides any of the ones present right now, that man will pay for it dearly. Do you understand?”
― Callie Rose, Sweet Obsession

“That’s where you’re wrong, angel. I’ve been inside you. You’ve taken my cock. You’ve taken my cum. You’re fucking mine.”
― Callie Rose, Sweet Obsession

“It’s always been you,” he murmurs roughly, his voice like sandpaper. “Ever since the first time I saw you that night. You’re my fucking guardian angel, my dirty secret, my broken doll. You’re everything I obsess over. Everything I crave.”
― Callie Rose, Sweet Obsession

“Then what do you want?” There’s an edge of desperation to my voice. I have to know. I need to know. His expression shifts again, and for the first time since he crashed into my life in a flurry of violence and chaos, I see something like vulnerability in his eyes. His free hand moves to my face, his knuckles dragging down the side of my cheek. “You, Ayla. I want you.”
― Callie Rose, Sweet Obsession

“For two and a half years, my heart has continued to beat because of you. Do you know how many heartbeats that is, Ayla? One hundred million.”
― Callie Rose, Sweet Obsession

“The low, deep rumble of his voice penetrates the fog rising up in my mind. And this time, I hear exactly what he says. “I will never let you go.”
― Callie Rose, Sweet Obsession

“Holy fuck. I don’t even know what to do with this. The markings on his fingers aren’t random symbols. They don’t spell out “love” and “hate” or some shit like that. They’re numbers. The month, day, and year of the night I was shot.”
― Callie Rose, Sweet Obsession

“I don’t like being lied to, Ayla. In fact, it’s one of the few things in the world I won’t fucking tolerate. So you wanna try that again?”
― Callie Rose, Sweet Obsession

“lash of hot cum as it bathes”
― Callie Rose, Sweet Obsession

“can’t do that though. I may not bear the marks of the past several weeks as obviously as the scars from the bullet wounds in my chest, but that doesn’t make them any less real. And these aren’t marks on my body. They’re marks on my soul.”
― Callie Rose, Sweet Obsession

“With our faces so close together, I’m inhaling his exhales, and it feels like our fucking souls are merging, like we’re stealing little pieces of each other with each breath.”
― Callie Rose, Sweet Obsession

“He’s got shaggy, dark blond hair that’s swept back away from his face, though a few pieces flop over his forehead. Blue-green eyes glitter in the light as he looks back at me, a crooked smile curving his lips.”
― Callie Rose, Sweet Obsession

“shorter on the sides than the top. His jaw is square and broad, and his high cheekbones accentuate the angles of his face. A long, straight nose sits above full lips, and heavy eyebrows set off the long lashes that frame his eyes. His eyes. Fuck, it’s his eyes that make me feel like I’m drowning. They’re just as mesmerizing as I remember, and they dart back and forth in small movements as he takes in my face with the same intensity as I’m studying him. I realize”
― Callie Rose, Sweet Obsession

“head as I gaze back at him, my head tilted up to meet his stare. He’s beautiful. His features are broad and heavy, but perfectly proportioned so that they complement each other well. There’s a small scar above his left eyebrow, a little lighter than the rest of his olive skin. If he smiled, I have a feeling it would be devastating—but I also can’t quite imagine him smiling. The firm set of his mouth suggests that it doesn’t happen often.”
― Callie Rose, Sweet Obsession

“jacket over a crisp white shirt. Tattoos peek out from the top of his collar and the ends of his sleeves, swirling multi-colored ink that draws my gaze. It seems so incongruous with the rest of his appearance, a rough edge around a manicured package. “What are you doing”
― Callie Rose, Sweet Obsession

“The man’s left eye is a rich chocolate brown, but the right is made up of two different colors. One half of the iris is the same deep brown as the left, but the other half is a clear blue, like the sky on a cloudless day. Earth and air.”
― Callie Rose, Sweet Obsession

“Why? Am I not allowed to go into the west wing?” The look he shoots me makes it obvious he doesn’t get my Beauty and the Beast reference.”
― Callie Rose, Sweet Obsession