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“Wars fought over a face like this,�� he murmured like he was talking to himself, my heart stopped beating and his thumbs moved lightly across my cheeks. “A man would work himself into the ground for it, go down to his knees to beg to keep it, endure torture to protect it, take a bullet for it,�� his eyes came to mine, “poison his brother to possess a face like this.”
― Kristen Ashley, Knight

“They'll say you are bad
or perhaps you are mad
or at least you
should stay undercover.
Your mind must be bare
if you would dare
to think you can love
more than one lover.”
― David Rovics

“Oh, he did look like a deity �� the perfect balance of danger and charm, he was at the same time fascinating and inaccessible, distant because of his demonstrated flawlessness, and possessing such strength of character that he was dismaying and at the same time utterly attractive in an enticing and forbidden way.”
― Simona Panova, Nightmarish Sacrifice

“And I wake up happy, baby, because I possess beauty and I own that beauty in all the forms it can take and the least important of those are physical.”
― Kristen Ashley, Knight

“You don't think I could bring myself to mark your lovely skin? I'll take my knife to you, if that's the case. I'll carve my name in your breast so that every beat of your heart will remind you that you are mine—and mine alone. Because blood is binding, and because I would rather see you destroyed than see you free or in the possession of another, so I suggest you not try me, or you will suffer as no earthly creature has.�� He slammed her back against the wall. “Or ever will. But that is a suggestion, and one you are free to disregard at your own peril. But you are are going to answer my question.”
― Nenia Campbell, Terrorscape

“I don't want you to be my fan. I want you to be mine.”
― Emme Rollins, Dear Rockstar

“Be different; be unique; be a mystery.
Always remember that unique people are the ones who changed history.”
― Mouloud Benzadi

“He tries again, swallowing hard to ease away the painful lump in his throat. "It's just important. I love you. I'm yours. I need people to know."

"Alright," Lindsay says suddenly. He leans down to grab at Pip's bag, throwing stuff out onto the carpet, his iPod and phone and wallet and gloves and Attitude magazine until he finds what he's looking for, a green marker pen, and holds it between his teeth while he starts tugging at the hem of Pip's t-shirt. Pip's too surprised to do anything but submit, he lets Lindsay peel off his t-shirt and throw that on top of all the things from his bag then just watches as Lindsay pulls the pen out of the cap in his mouth and signs his name in big green letters on the side of Pip's stomach. He holds his breath, trying not to suck in the belly fat everybody else keeps telling him is imaginary. "There, you're mine, are you fucking happy now?" Lindsay snaps, and throws the recapped pen across the room to get lost in the bookcase somewhere.”
― Richard Rider, No Beginning, No End

“In public, you’re Joss Butler. Cool, self-possessed. In bed, you’re Jocelyn Butler—you’re hot, babe. Uncontrolled. Needy. Sweet,�� he breathed. “I like that I know that. I don’t like the fact that other men do too.”
― Samantha Young, On Dublin Street

“Get your bloody hands off my wife!”
― Jeaniene Frost, Home for the Holidays

“What would you do if she wanted me?��

His hand clenched tight in Six’s shirt. “She can’t have you. Not tonight.��

“Possessive, aren’t you?��

“She can’t have you.�� The words ripped free of him again, rough and raw. “Maybe not ever.”
― Kit Rocha, Beyond Pain

“Life is so beautiful that death has fallen in love with it, a jealous, possessive love that grabs at what it can get.”
― Yann Martel, Life of Pi

“Evie touched the surface of Cam’s coat sleeve. “Is my father awake now?�� she asked anxiously. “May I go up to see him?��
“Of course.�� The Gypsy took both her hands in a light grip, the gold rings warmed by the liberal heat of his fingers. “I will see to it that no one interferes.��
“Thank you.�� Suddenly Sebastian reached between them and plucked one of Evie’s hands away, pulling it decisively to his own arm. Though his manner was casual, the firm pressure of his fingers ensured that she would not try to pull away.
Puzzled by the display of possessiveness, Evie frowned. “I have known Cam since childhood,�� she said pointedly. “He has always been quite kind to me.��
“A husband always likes to hear of kindnesses done for his wife,�� Sebastian replied coolly. “Within limits, of course.��
“Of course,�� Cam said softly.”
― Lisa Kleypas, Devil in Winter

“You've invaded my mind and I can't get you out of it," he accused with discernible disdain. She avoided looking at him and said, "Then you should forget." "Forget?" he thundered,"EVERYTHING reminds me of you!" She turned to confront him, slowing lifting her eyes to meet the disgust in his. "That's not my doing," she countered, "That's your doing and you are the only one who can control it.”
― Donna Lynn Hope

“She and I had exchanged a few text messages, although they had been mostly to remind me just how pissed she’d be if I started anything with her asshole of a brother. The same asshole who had last night said, ‘If you ever hurt her, psycho Sid, I’ll kill you.�� Naturally, I’d replied by dangling him over the balcony until he begged me to pull him back up.

It had been kind of fun.�� (Salem)”
― Suzanne Wright, Consumed

“Just when I thought it couldn’t get any better, his entire body tensed and he looked at me swiftly. He started to pull out, alarmed, but I wrapped my legs around him and pushed him deep.
Romeo’s groan filled my ears as I felt him jerk inside me as he spilled his hot seed inside my body. I’d never felt anything more intimate in my entire life.
I kissed his shoulder and the inside of his neck when he partially collapsed on top of me.
I let out a sigh, content.
He pulled back and looked at me, his eyes unfocused and droopy. “I had no idea it would feel like that.��
“Me either.��
“Promise me you won’t let anyone ever do this with you. Just me,�� he demanded. “Only me.��
He was so possessive. He was so selfish when it came to me.
I liked it.
Maybe I shouldn’t, but my God, I did.
“What about you?�� I asked.
“Oh, baby, the thought of dipping my dick into anyone that isn’t you does nothing for me.��
“Okay.�� I agreed. “Only you.��
His tongue stroked over mine, mingling and tasting me like he just hadn’t had enough.”
― Cambria Hebert, #Hater

“Want my spend, Precious?" Shane shuddered, the pleasure from his ass streaking to his balls and then to his untouched cock.

"Please. Yes. I--"

"I would give you the world.”
― Kari Gregg, An Unauthorized Field Guide to the Hunt

“Wolves mated for life.”
― Ellen Connor, Nightfall

“I don't know how to give up," he said. "If I did. I would have already, long before I met you. I'm not a man who's ever gonna lay down, Jenna." He paused, and his teeth flashed white in the near dark. "Except maybe for you.”
― Ellen Connor, Nightfall

“He couldn't stay if she wasn't his to claim, to trust, to love. No matter how much Chris wanted to stay, Rosa Cortez was his last link to humanity. He wouldn't settle again.”
― Ellen Connor, Midnight

“I don't make vows I don't intend to keep. Will you bind yourself to me tonight? Will you be my wife?”
― Ellen Connor, Daybreak

“I’m back from the dead, fucker.”
― Michelle Heard, Possess Me

“Everything about her will be only a part of my memories.”
― Rina Kent, Consumed by Deception

“Andel hasn’t been there in weeks. Is he dead?�� I scoffed.

“More alive than ever. They disappear during the day, but will never let me sleep alone.��

“In case you have a sudden head trauma and accidentally decide you like one of them more than the others?”
― Jane Washington, A City of Whispers

“It's official,' Casteel said, watching Emil as he stopped to speak to one of the Guardians. 'I'm going to have to kill him.'

My head whipped in his direction. 'What? Why?'

'I don't like the way he looks at you.'

Confused, I glanced back to where Emil was walking toward the stairwell. 'How does he look at me?'

His hand was a scalding brand on my hip, even through the layers of clothing. 'He looks at you like I do.'

My brows lifted. 'That's not true. You look at me like...'

Those heated amber eyes met mine. 'How do I look at you, Princess?'

'You look at me like...' I cleared my throat. 'Like you want to eat me.'

Casteel's eyes narrowed into thin slits as his gaze return to Emil. 'Exactly, he snarled.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, A Kingdom of Flesh and Fire

“Like the linen press or a crate of goblets, I was to be bundled up and shipped to a new destination, my cries of frustration ignored. I was a chattel, to be stuffed in a crate and muffled with wood shavings.”
― Lisa Medved, The Engraver's Secret

“For a fleeting moment, I wonder if he’s contemplating my demise, adding me to his list of victims. But then he leans down, his mask brushing my ear. “I’m not done with you, little one. Not ever.”
― Selena Winters, Carnival Monster

“He opens the golden vial, dripping the liquid onto his thumb, still red with blood.
"Open your mouth," he commands.
"Wh-what?"
"It's honey."
"Oh." My lips tense, swallowing hard before I part my mouth.
He draws it open wider, generously placing his thumb onto my tongue. I recoil as the sweetened blood hits my taste buds. It doesn't have an iron tinge like human blood. It's dark and heavy. Like a current of wine. Cigarette smoke. Bitter orange peel or unripe fruit. What disgusts me more is how much I want it. It possesses me, and I let his thumb linger. He grins.”
― Kiana Krystle, Dance of the Starlit Sea

“With a wicked smirk, I part the Devil's lips. He invites me eagerly with want, drinking me in like salted chocolate, savoring my blood on his tongue. He thinks he has me. My muscles tense when he weakens, my power growing as his desire burgeons.
It shifts too suddenly. I gasp as he grabs me by the waist, pulling me firmly against his body. His hand coils around my neck, lifting my lips to his. My eyes shut instinctually, tasting the blood and honey on his tongue. The taste deepens, layered like spiced sangria. I want more. I want it so much, it consumes me. I press into him harder. He's ravenous, squeezing me, threading his fingers through my hair, ruining my curls.
No.
My eyes burst open, but I don't shatter his fantasy. Not yet. I come up for breath as his lips find their way to my neck. I tilt my head back, glancing at the stained glass ceiling. The upper hand is mine again when I push him against the stone wall, furiously feeding him kisses to satiate his hunger. He grabs my leg, pulling it around his waist. I balance myself against the cave, and with my touch, crystals start to sprout.
Citrine, ruby, and amber.
They form into points, my own glittering weapons. Once they're not long enough, I snap a piece off. The Devil mistakes my destruction as rapture. I play into it further. Grabbing him by the collar, I spin us away from the wall, continuing our tango over to the balcony. Wisps of my gossamer gown pool around my thighs as he explores me. My fingers twist into his hair, pulling, stringing up his appetite until he begs for more. And, once I have him truly at my mercy, I jab the crystal straight into his back.”
― Kiana Krystle, Dance of the Starlit Sea

“Let the Nenavarene see their Lachis’ka ride the Night Emperor’s face.�� There was a ragged edge to his deep voice. His breath was hot against her wetness. “Let them see me make my wife scream. Let them know, beyond the Shadow and the turning of the stars, that you are mine.”
― Thea Guanzon, A Monsoon Rising