The Gargoyle's Captive Quotes

“I shouldn’t have pushed you the other night. I sure as fuck shouldn’t have thrown your mother’s death in your face. I’m sorry.” She gives a choked laugh. “It seems like we’re always going to be apologizing to each other. You were right; in a way, we are reflections of each other. Which can be a great comfort, but it also means we know exactly what to say or do to hurt the other. Something to keep in mind for the future.” She gives me one last squeeze.”
― Katee Robert, The Gargoyle's Captive

“I don’t know what I’m doing. I wasn’t supposed to take this position of rulership for years and years. I don’t even want it anymore. But there’s no other option. If I step down, it will hurt my people.” She strokes her hands in a soothing movement along my sides. “You don’t need to have all the answers right now. I don’t think anyone expects that. You just have to take it one day at a time.” I don’t ask her if she understands the gravity of what she is telling me to do. She does. Out of anyone, Grace understands taking it one day at a time means moving into the future instead of dwelling on the past.”
― Katee Robert, The Gargoyle's Captive

“Grace hugs me tighter. “You’re not cursed. You’ve just gone through something horrific. I know you won’t believe me when I say this, but the fact that you lived doesn’t make you a coward. It makes you a survivor. There’s a whole lot of baggage and guilt that goes along with that, but the alternative is you being dead. I’ll never say that is the preferable outcome.”
― Katee Robert, The Gargoyle's Captive

“Saying I’m sorry is useless, but I truly am sorry for your loss. I know what it’s like to have violence touch your family and leave a ragged hole of nothingness behind. I wouldn’t wish that on my worst enemy, let alone someone I care about.” Someone she cares about.”
― Katee Robert, The Gargoyle's Captive

“The reason everyone in my territory believes I’m cursed is because I’m the only surviving member of the massacre that killed my entire family. And I’m only alive because I hid when they were attacked.” Grace tenses. “I know I said I want to know, but if it’s going to hurt you, you don’t have to tell me.” “I hurt all the time, Grace. What’s a little more if it helps fix things between us?” I run my hand down her back, allowing her presence to comfort me.”
― Katee Robert, The Gargoyle's Captive

“I want nothing more than to take her in my arms. I’m not sure if she’ll accept it, though. I suppose the only way to find out is to ask. “Grace.” I wait for her to pause and turn to me. It takes more courage than I would’ve imagined to lift my arms in invitation. She doesn’t hesitate. She steps into my embrace and allows me to wrap her up tightly. It’s the most natural thing in the world to enclose us in my wings.”
― Katee Robert, The Gargoyle's Captive

“I would like to understand. We both have our secrets and plenty of trauma to go around, but if we continue like this, I don’t think we’ll last the year, let alone seven.” Something like hope takes root in my chest. It’s such a foreign sensation that several beats go by before I understand what I’m feeling. “I thought you were bent on escape.” “I was.” Sorrow colors her in pale blue.”
― Katee Robert, The Gargoyle's Captive

“You’ve been following me.” Shame heats my skin, and I’m grateful I don’t flush the way humans do when they’re embarrassed. “I don’t like how we left things, but I didn’t know how to approach you to fix them. I wasn’t sure you wanted to see me.”
― Katee Robert, The Gargoyle's Captive

“I lit him on fire. Of all the unhinged, unacceptable courses of action, that has to top the list. That’s something my grandfather would’ve done. It’s not something you do to someone you care about. The realization that I care about him is almost enough to give me pause, but my need to escape is stronger. I don’t run for the door, but I move with urgency. I almost make it, too. “Grace.” Bram doesn’t lift his voice, but it feels like he reaches across the room and hooks me in the chest. I stop. Even as I tell myself not to, I turn to face him once more. He’s exactly where I left him. The only change is that his wings now droop on the ground, mirroring the defeated slope of his shoulders. “I’m sorry. I took it too far.” “We both did.” I flee from the room.”
― Katee Robert, The Gargoyle's Captive

“Do you feel better? Does this change anything at all?” Bram, the bastard, laughs as the flames slowly dwindle away to nothing. It snaps something inside me. I crawl across the table and shove the marshmallow into his mouth.”
― Katee Robert, The Gargoyle's Captive

“How can he care so much and yet be so defeatist? I didn’t realize I spoke out loud until he answers me. He pulls me closer and tucks his face against my throat. “It’s easy. When life kicks you in the teeth enough times, you learn to expect it. If I were any smarter, I would’ve given up fighting by now. Maybe I would have some peace then.” Every time he says shit like this, my heart feels like it’s twisting in my chest.”
― Katee Robert, The Gargoyle's Captive

“But old habits die hard. I don’t know how to just relax and enjoy this. I keep waiting for the bad thing to happen, even if I don’t know what that bad thing is in this situation. “Will we be fighting today or fucking . . . or both?”
― Katee Robert, The Gargoyle's Captive

“I wake Bram up and we muddle through drying off and stumbling to bed. He doesn’t hesitate to wrap a big arm around my waist and tuck me in against his body. I probably shouldn’t read into the fact that he falls asleep almost immediately, once again trusting me not to take advantage of his vulnerability. I . . . like him. I don’t know why that’s such a revelation. I already knew I understood him. I just didn’t expect to like him so much, even though part of me recognizes an identical part of him. I don’t know what it means. Maybe it shouldn’t mean anything at all. I just don’t know.”
― Katee Robert, The Gargoyle's Captive

“A bath.” I kiss his brows. “Nice long hot soak. Then a snack and a cuddle.” I can barely move, but we’re due for a crash, and I don’t want to experience it alone. I don’t want him to experience it alone. “How does that sound?” Bram’s arms tighten around me, and then he seems to make an effort to ease his hold. “That sounds good, Grace. Really, really good.”
― Katee Robert, The Gargoyle's Captive

“At some point, I become aware of Bram brushing featherlight kisses along my throat and shoulder. His arms tighten around me. “Are you okay?”
― Katee Robert, The Gargoyle's Captive

“I’ll make you a bargain, Bram.” He narrows his eyes even as he pants with need. “It’s a little late for bargains.” “You know better. It’s never too late for bargains.”
― Katee Robert, The Gargoyle's Captive

“If you keep doing that, this will be over before I can get inside you.” I love his honesty just as much as I love how deeply I affect him.”
― Katee Robert, The Gargoyle's Captive

“I love kissing this man. Sometimes it’s a battle, and sometimes, like right now, it’s like falling from a high place into strong arms that will always catch me.”
― Katee Robert, The Gargoyle's Captive

“I need you too much to play that game right now. But I need to make one thing clear, Bram. Are you listening?” I’m having a hard time focusing on anything other than her pussy, hovering bare inches above my straining cock. I swallow hard. “Yes, I’m listening.” “Keep your hands on the headboard, or I’ll stop what I’m doing. Do you understand?” She wants me not to touch her while she’s touching me so intimately. She’s giving me both pleasure and agony with the restriction. I nod jerkily. “Yes. I understand.”
― Katee Robert, The Gargoyle's Captive

“Grace releases my hair and cups my face with her shaking hands. And then she kisses me. It’s not soft and sweet like last time. No, this is a declaration of ownership. She possesses my mouth, and I am only too happy to submit. I want to wrap her up and pull her close until I don’t know where she ends and I begin. I need her so desperately that I dig my fingers into my thighs again to prevent myself from disobeying her. Holy fuck, what is happening to me?”
― Katee Robert, The Gargoyle's Captive

“She finally lightens her grip enough that I can press my forehead to her lower stomach. I’m breathing as if I’ve just flown for miles and miles without a break. Her thighs shake on either side of my head, but her voice is almost normal. “That was . . . adequate.” “I can do better.” I don’t know where the words come from, only that they’re the truth. “Next time.” She tugs on my hair again. “Come here.”
― Katee Robert, The Gargoyle's Captive

“I make a sound that’s almost a sob of relief. And then I lean down and press my mouth to her pussy. I’m shaking. The first lick of her center is divine. I can’t seem to stop. At least until she takes her fingers into my hair and pulls hard. “Was I not clear?” There’s a dangerous edge to her tone. “I didn’t tell you to fuck me with your tongue, Bram. I told you to clean up my mess.” Again, that sound that’s part sob and part whimper slips free. It takes far more effort than I could’ve dreamed to move back and start licking her thighs. She keeps her hand in my hair, guiding me to each new spot and holding me there until I finish my task. Oh fuck, I really might come. Especially when I’m finally allowed to reach her pussy and lap at her there.”
― Katee Robert, The Gargoyle's Captive

“She tightens her grip on my jaw and pulls me in to place a devastatingly gentle kiss on my lips. “If you change your mind, tell me. That is a command, by the way.”
― Katee Robert, The Gargoyle's Captive

“She pinches my jaw lightly, guiding my mouth open. Then she presses her fingers, still wet with her orgasm, between my lips. A shiver racks my body. Can a person die of bliss? Before tonight, I would’ve said it was impossible. Now I’m not so sure.”
― Katee Robert, The Gargoyle's Captive

“That was an excellent appetizer.” Grace leans forward and eyes my cock. “Are you in pain?” “Always. I can handle it.” Now she truly smiles. Her approval warms me as if it were the sun itself.”
― Katee Robert, The Gargoyle's Captive

“She presses hard on her clit. And then a single word slips from her lips, so soft that I almost convince myself I’m hearing things. I must be. Surely she didn’t just whisper my name as she came.”
― Katee Robert, The Gargoyle's Captive

“It’s a kinship that I’ve never felt with another person. It defies belief, but somehow this woman is broken in exactly the same way I am. The fault lines on her soul are a perfect match for mine.”
― Katee Robert, The Gargoyle's Captive

“I’ve never been one to come fast, and certainly not without some sort of physical stimulation, but as her thighs start to shake and her fingers coat with her desire, I am suddenly terrified that I’m about to orgasm without touching my cock at all.”
― Katee Robert, The Gargoyle's Captive

“Don’t move until I tell you to.” It’s as if she’s reached across the distance and turned me to stone right down to my bones. I watch in helpless desire and frustration as she strokes her clit in small circles. I remember exactly the pattern she likes, the one that I used with my tongue to make her come all over my face last night. It’s the same she’s using now. She dips her fingers down and presses two inside her. I actually let out a groan as I witness them disappear into the space I desperately need to occupy. She doesn’t fuck herself with them, though. She merely spreads her wetness back up to her clit and resumes stroking herself. It’s only a minute or two later when her head falls back and her breasts heave with her harsh breathing. Holy fuck, she’s going to make herself come. Without letting me touch her. “Grace.” My voice is a ragged plea. “Let me. Please.”
― Katee Robert, The Gargoyle's Captive

“Her perfect pink pussy, a delight I fully intend to enjoy to the fullest before the night’s over. But only if I’m good. The thought sends goose bumps over my entire body and makes my cock strain. I don’t know how she manages to collar me with so few words, but I feel like she has her hand wrapped around my throat. I fucking love it.”
― Katee Robert, The Gargoyle's Captive