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“You have haunted me in my dreams,
Followed me in my memory,
And enamoured me�
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Your name echoes in the most silent parts of my mind,
Brought to life by the memory of your touch, And the gentle sway of our bodies to the jazz music
You have become my obsession,
Of which I will never tire.

Salvatore”
― ANSA Reads, GODLY OBSESSION: How badly does she want her freedom?

“Heroine: "You have no scruples about taking a woman from the man you believe she loves?"
Hero: "I'd take you from my own brother. I don't give a damn how I get you so long as I do.”
― Charlotte Lamb, Fever

“Nick,' he corrected quietly. 'As to your emotions, they show in your face, in
those amazing eyes. One day soon those eyes will change colour and glow
for me.'
'They already have done,' Joanna snapped, rage surfacing. 'I never liked you,
Mr Martella, and now I can only think I hate you. If I should ever know that
you're coming here again I'll make quite sure I'm a long way off!'
He took one menacing step towards her and Joanna backed away, her
expression of loathing making his face harden frighteningly.
'I will not touch you,' he grated angrily. 'I will merely tell you this: J leave
for America tomorrow. I shall be there for two months. When I return I
intend to come for you.'
The thought of people in the house left Joanna's head entirely. Her hands
clenched at her sides and her considerable temper surfaced over grief, fear
and utter bewilderment.
'If you were the last man in the universe I wouldn't consent to be near you!'
she shouted. 'You've taken away everything I've ever wanted. You've even
sneaked up and taken my father. Now I can never go to Santa Marta again!'
'I know you love the island,' he said with surprising quiet. 'Your father told
me. We will live there and you will see your father whenever you care to
walk down the beach to his house.'
'I'll see him when he comes over to England,' Joanna corrected bitterly. 'One
thing is for sure, though: after today I'll never see you again! Forget the mad
idea about me, Mr Martella, because I'd rather die!'
'You will not die, Joanna,' he said silkily, 'unless it is the small death that
lovers die in each other's arms. And I intend to be your lover. In two months
I will be back.”
― Patricia Wilson, Dark Illusion

“He cut off her protest with his mouth. When he was certain she would no longer object, he moved his lips from her mouth to her breast. They were so full and fit perfectly in his hands. She cried out when his tongue flicked her sensitive nipple so he did it again and again. Her response was driving him wild. His plan had been to take his time and wait for her to come to him. But the moment she'd said his name, he was lost. Couldn't control himself. She was his. Nobody else's. With that thought on his brain he let himself go. Frantically, he slammed into her and she met every thrust head-on, grinding into him as he came.”
― H.S. Howe, Jingle My Snowballs

“Sara: You have no scruples about taking a woman from the man you believe she loves?
Nick: I'd take you from my own brother. I don't give a damn how I get you, so long as I do.”
― Charlotte Lamb

“Sara: "You have no scruples about taking a woman from the man you believe she loves?"
Nick: "I'd take you from my own brother. I don't give a damn how I get you, so long as I do.”
― Charlotte Lamb, Fever

“How dare you speak to me like that?' She tried to pull away, but his strength
was too great, a conquering strength that held her fast, his hands tightly at
her waist, his eyes burning into her.
'I will speak to you as I choose!' His lips tightened at her anger. 'The bride is
there for you to see. It is finished, over. Forget him. I would not have
allowed it in any case, even if Rina had not existed. You're mine, exactly
what I want.”
― Patricia Wilson, Dark Illusion

“You asked me if I feel, and I do,â€� my eyes met his intense ones, the grey soulless orbs that rarely showing anything, “but only when I’m with you.”
― ANSA Reads, GODLY OBSESSION: How badly does she want her freedom?

“I could have the world’s best painter try to recreate what I’m looking at right now,â€� he began, those soulless eyes looking across my face, unbothered by whatever I had to say, “and he could never truly capture you as beautiful as you are right now, my little mouse.”
― ANSA Reads, GODLY OBSESSION: How badly does she want her freedom?

“You tried to strangle my lady to death, and her man isn’t happy.”
― Devanshi Sehra, The Smitten Sky: An Enemies to Lovers Dark Fantasy Romance