Don’t you see, Grace? You are everything to me. And I have a possessive heart. It wants only you.
I may not be able to feel you with my bare hands,” he goes on, voice getting huskier, “but I promise my tongue will know every single inch of your body. What it feels like, what it tastes like. What it sounds like when I make you moan. I bet it sounds like music.
As an author, you notice it. It’s always overlooked for literary fiction, whatever that means. People always thumb their nose at the genre, even though romance finds its way into every good story, every good movie or TV show.
Yet the flaws make us who we are. What we’ve been through make us who we are. This life, it’s trial by fire. If we didn’t go through it, we wouldn’t be the people we are today, and we wouldn’t fit like we do right now.
Tell me more of the truth.” She twists in her swing so she’s facing me, wrapping her ankle around mine to keep her in place. “Tell me why this, and everything between us, is so complicated when it’s the only thing that makes any sense.
I don’t even want to fix you. I want to ride your broken wings.
Maybe we’re born whole and polished and unscathed, and then life slowly chips away at us. Some of those chips are deep, some are just surface scratches, but we carry them with us as we walk through life, becoming more and more worn. Yet the flaws make us who we are. What we’ve been through make us who we are. This life, it’s trial by fire. If we didn’t go through it, we wouldn’t be the people we are today, and we wouldn’t fit like we do right now.
I will never grow tired of you. I will never stop wanting you.
Love can bring you to your knees. When your heart decides on what it wants, nothing can stop it. Nothing.
I am choosing you. And if you accept me, there is no turning back.
Valtu was determined to call up my darkness, but more than anything I felt like I wanted to drown in his.
I’ve been starved for affection for far too long. Now that I’ve had a taste of it, I’m craving it.
Funny how someone can go from being the love of your life to a repulsive enemy in a matter of seconds.
You can call me Death. And I will call you mine.
Why does it feel like I just met you? And when I first met you, why did it feel like I’d known you my whole life?
Anders wasn’t just that first love for me, he was so much more. He was the one person who made me feel like I had a home.
Sometimes I want nothing more than to grab her, kiss her, ask her if she remembers what it was like to love me, to want me.
How do we get through this? One sunrise at a time.
It takes me a moment to realize it’s Depeche Mode playing and I shake my head. Of course they’d be music for vampires.
Good girl,” Death says appreciatively under his breath.