He closes his eyes, agitated. “I just want to give you the world, Ana, everything and anything you want. And save you from it, too. Keep you safe. But I also want everyone to know you’re mine.”
Freed by E. L. James
GABRIEL’S INFERNO (2020)
"Um, I took walks, mostly." I shift in the cushioned chair, tucking a strand of my loose hair behind my ear. "Watched Netflix. Went to the gym."
Lies. All lies. I binged on Christmas candy my mom sent-or rather her assistant sent, because my mom didn't want me to come home for the holidays. I sat on the couch all day and watched porn while sucking on Twizzlers and listening to Lana Del Rey in the background. I'm addicted to that woman. Seriously, she is a goddess. Every word out of her mouth is gold.
I'm not addicted to porn or Twizzlers, however. Those are just for when I get lonely...which is most of the time, but that's beside the point.
The Unrequited by Saffron A. Kent
“I’m —”
I lean in then and smell the triangle of his throat, cutting him off.
It’s something that I’ve been wanting to do ever since I saw that patch of skin in his office a few days ago.
And now that he’s here, I couldn’t stop myself from giving in and I was right.
I was so fucking right.
His scent is thicker here.
Thicker and headier and I have to open my mouth to take it in.
Leather and cigar smoke.
With a hint of cherries.
That’s new though and I wonder if I can lick it too. I wonder if I could take a bite out of it, his throat. Just to see if it tastes the same as it smells.”
Hey, Mister Marshall by Saffron A. Kent
His kiss turned frantic, his hands reckless. I tried to grab his belt again, and this time, he let me. I made quick work of removing it and opening the buttons on his shirt. When I reached the collar, he raised his chin. I removed the plastic piece and stripped him down to his boxer briefs.
His erection tented the fabric, pointing directly at the juncture of my legs.
“The realm of no return.” I gripped the waistband and met his eyes.
“If the church catches fire and the walls start bleeding…” His timbre roughened. “I’m still not stopping. Nothing is going to prevent me from being with you in the way I’ve only ever been in my dreams.”
Lessons in Sin by Pam Godwin
“I try to focus on his eyes, but there are drops of water on his lips, and it’s hard not to stare.”
Ugly Love by Colleen Hoover
“She is kind of plain. Until she opens her mouth.
Then it’s one long stream of colorful bitch.”
Idol by Kristen Callihan
I staggered backward, feeling like I’d just been punched in the gut. A combination of anger, jealousy, and sadness boiled in my blood.
“A toast!” I yelled, climbing onto a chair. On my way to the top, I stole someone’s beer and held it out in front of me. “To douche bags!” … “And to girls that break your heart.” …“And to the absolute fucking horror of losing your best friend because you were stupid enough to fall in love with her.”
Walking Disaster by Jamie McGuire
“He held my heart, rather than my hand.”
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