I made a mistake.
If it helps you. I forgive you. But i have learned in recent weekd that seeking forgiveness from others is meaningless unless you can forgive yourself.
He pressed his lips against her forehead in the gentlest of kisses. “I’m going to make love to you, Grace. Not right this minute. I’m not going to pressure you or rush this. But from the moment I saw you on that video surveillance tape, you were mine. I have no explanation for it. I don’t even entirely understand the connection. But it’s there, and I think you feel it too. I’m willing to wait until the moment is right, but you’re mine.
He hated being the object of scrutiny.
When are you going to stop running from them, Regina? From yourself?
I love you,” she whispered. “I told myself I wouldn’t make it hard, that I’d never breathe those words. But ’tis harder for me to go without saying them. I need to give them to you.
You can’t control my feelings, Hancock. You control my fate, yes. My ultimate destiny. My life even. But you can’t control me.
Inch by inch, they chipped away until soon there would be nothing left to salvage.
He felt strangled by helplessness.
Early one morning, before the sun had fully risen over the horizon, he sent two messengers on horseback, each to deliver the royal decree to Laird Armstrong and Laird Montgomery. He only hoped to hell that they didn’t kill each other at the wedding.
She was a possessive thing in bed. She considered his body her territory and she had no compunction about laying claim whenever he got near.
Don’t take her from me,” he whispered fiercely, hoping the words wrenched from the depths of his soul somehow made it to God’s ears.
Ari blinked back tears, squeezing her mother’s hand and holding on. Simply holding on to that tangible link between mother and daughter. A bond like no other. Irreplaceable. Unwavering. Old as time itself. There truly was nothing like the love of a mother. Unconditional. Solid. Indefinable and limitless. Capable of surviving anything. Able to triumph over the impossible. And.
I need your dominance, your strength. Your control. I need that structure. It centers me. It reminds me that I have a place in this world. With you.
I don’t know a mother alive who won’t always try to make things better for her children, no matter how old they are.
Never forget that family is the most important thing. No matter how far your life takes you away, your family is always here. And if you’re nothing else in this world, you’re a Kelly, and that makes you loved.
She very nearly reached for his hand, but curled her fingers into a fist instead. He wouldn’t appreciate her pity, and how did you pity a man who’d survived hell? You didn’t pity him. You admired him.
I love you, lass. There is not a single part of my heart or soul that you do not own.
My job is to be in tune with your wants, needs and desires. I’m not worth much as a man if I can’t do that for the woman in my care. The ultimate power rests with you. Because you control my actions. I want to please you. It’s very important to me that I please you. I want you to be satisfied. I want you to be so spoiled, pampered and cherished that you don’t want to be anywhere but with me all the time.
He gave orders and he expected results. And she didn’t know what it said about her that she found that particular trait delicious. It made her all warm and shivery inside.
Tisn’t decent, surely!” Bertha rolled her eyes and Maddie laughed. “There’s little decency to good loving,” Maddie said sagely. “If ’tis decent, it isn’t much fun.” Bertha nodded, her lips compressed as her head bobbed up and down. “Nothing wrong with a nice, dirty romp.