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Your love is a fierce thing, Elena, a thing with claws and teeth when it comes to protecting those you claim.
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Love, he thought as he held her to his heart, was an agony beyond compare.
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While Dmitri, as the leader of Raphael’s Seven, could not accept such a weakness, the mortal he’d once been, the one who had loved a woman with a wide mouth and eyes of slanted brown . . . that man understood what it was to love so deeply it was a kind of beautiful madness.
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It’s Adria’s face I see when I think of home.
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Hawke's gaze was so innocent, Andrew knew it was pure bullshit
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Once, he hadn't been able to touch her without causing himself pain. Now, it only hurt when he didn't touch her.
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No one goes through life with a whole heart.
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Contact would hurt, might be fatal, and yet she couldn’t stop herself. Obsession or compulsion, she didn’t know, but she did know that before this was over, she’d either end up in Dmitri’s bed . . . or one of them would bleed darkest red.
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There was a very slight chance she might actually kill him that way, and if she did, she’d be brought up on charges. Unless, of course, she could prove harmful intent. She could see it now. See, Your Honor, he was going to f*ck me silly, make me like it.
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Raphael lifted a finger, tracing it over her cheekbone. She flinched. Not because he was hurting her. The opposite. The places he touched ... it was as if he had a direct line to the hottest, most feminine part of her. A single stroke and she was embarrassingly damp. But she refused to pull away, refused to give in." (page 33 , Gollancz edition)
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He'd been so angry at her -always pushing his buttons, that girl. But then he'd taken her into his arms, and all that anger had blazed into a darker, hotly possessive need that had urged him to bend his head, bite down on the throbbing pulse in her neck, leave a mark.
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Most of those men don’t want to sleep with you,” he said in blunt rebuttal. “I reserve the right to introduce my fist to the faces of the ones who do.
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I could kiss you forever," she murmured against his lips, sucking at the lower one, playing with the upper, his body weight a luscious pressure. "I love feeling you against me." "You say such things, Elena. You will make me your slave.
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I need a Stetson, so I can ride you like a cowgirl" - Mercy to Riley
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She was more than willing to let him walk off his temper. And the man had one, even if he wasn't willing to admit it.
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He was strong. And his heart, it was breaking.
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Fathers and mothers,” she found herself saying, “leave their mark, no matter if we’ve known them a lifetime or only a day.
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Push me and I will. I’ll get punished, but you’ll still be dead.
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My mother," he said, "has invited us to a ball." Elena pulled a blade from one of the butter-soft forearm sheaths that had been a gift from Raphael. "Excuse me while I stab myself in the eyes-and disembowel myself while I'm at it.
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Riley : "Do you want to claw at me, kitty-cat? Come on." Mercy: "Sorry, I don't beat defenseless puppies.
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You can run,” Dorian said in a neutral tone that did nothing to lessen the intensity of his expression, “but sooner or later, you run out of places to run to.
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Some women,” Dahariel said in that same hard tone devoid of any hint of humanity, “get under a man’s skin until digging them out makes you bleed.
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An hour of your life is worth more than a thousand people to me.
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Obviously, I need to study princesses further.
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