“What can I give you? I--"
"You give me everything.”
― Charlotte Stein, quote from Sheltered
“There were times, many, many times, when she just didn't get him. She'd heard on numerous occasions that men were bad, wicked creatures, who'd do terrible things at a moment's notice. You wore the wrong skirt or bent over at an inopportune time and BAM. They slipped their penises into you.”
― Charlotte Stein, quote from Sheltered
“See—this is the problem. You don’t even get where this is going. You can’t just ask me to come in, or kiss me, or tell me you want to know what smoking pot feels like. When I’m close to you I feel crazy, okay? When you say my name I feel crazy. It’s not…the right thing for you. I don’t think I can just…be your friend.”
― Charlotte Stein, quote from Sheltered
“The bath wasn’t the best thing. Lying with him spooned up against her, listening to the rain rattle against the glass and his voice like a rolling wave…that was the best thing.”
― Charlotte Stein, quote from Sheltered
“And there was something both frustrating and maddeningly arousing about that. His restraint made something burn low and deep in her belly, and then his mouth, oh God his mouth. He tasted like cinnamon, again, and every now and then he’d pull away, just a little — just enough to make her want to drag him back. Before giving her a teasing lick with that perfect, curling tongue of his. It set all the nerve endings in her upper lip on fire.”
― Charlotte Stein, quote from Sheltered
“His voice sounded like molten metal. As if he had something thick at the back of his throat and it was making him sound deeper and richer than he actually was.”
― Charlotte Stein, quote from Sheltered
“Ohhhhh Je-sus you’re wet. Oh fuck, you’re so wet, baby. Are you serious with this? It’s all over your legs.”
She blurted the words without thinking.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”
Before trying to do something mitigating, like closing her legs. Doing so proved hard, however, with him almost between them and his big hands refusing to move from her thighs.
And he looked so…so incredulous too.
“Don’t be sorry. Don’t. You should know it’s hot as fuck that you’re like this. Seriously.” He paused. Seemed to consider, before continuing. “You always like this?”
― Charlotte Stein, quote from Sheltered
“Just that one word—sound—sent a strong answering pulse through her body. His tongue curled around syllables that weren’t there, like a promise. This is what you’ll get, if you just let me hear.”
― Charlotte Stein, quote from Sheltered
“Dear God, she couldn't give this man sex. She could barely give it to Van, and he currently smelled so good she just wanted to shove her face under his t-shirt and eat whatever she found there.”
― Charlotte Stein, quote from Sheltered
“He suggested devils, skulls, harsh masculine drawings. This thing was…heart poundingly good. She wanted to pluck it, and bury her face in it, and keep it in a vase by her bedside.”
― Charlotte Stein, quote from Sheltered
“Whereas this…this was wet. His lips sank into a rhythm obviously familiar to him—like a kind of slow rock over her mouth—and there were times when she felt his tongue, hot and slippery. Times when he insinuated himself right against her and that same slipperiness made her go all funny inside.”
― Charlotte Stein, quote from Sheltered
“You know it feels good. I can hardly geta…I don’t even…”
There was something amusing about watching him trying to form a coherent sen-tence. Amusing, but arousing at the sametime.”
― Charlotte Stein, quote from Sheltered
“Why not? It's true. I don't even laugh for anyone but you."
She hesitated, for that one. Did he really mean that? Surely not.
"Tim seems like a really funny guy." She tried, but all it did was make his mouth form that mean line.
"Tim pees in the kitchen sink."
"Well, okay. I could atleast promise not to do that, but even so-”
― Charlotte Stein, quote from Sheltered
“Everything had been cloaked in sensuousness, to the point where details seemed fuzzy and languid.
Like the cuff of his sleeve stroking over the back of her hand, or the feel of his breath stirring against her lips. Her lips had grown seventy thousand nerve endings between yesterday and right now, and they seemed to buzz whenever he moved.”
― Charlotte Stein, quote from Sheltered
“I would never forbid you. I can’t forbid you. It’s not in my power to, and it never should be.”
― Charlotte Stein, quote from Sheltered
“You don’t even know how lovely you are, my Evie.”
― Charlotte Stein, quote from Sheltered
“We’re never doing this again. The next time I leave, you’re coming with me.”
― Charlotte Stein, quote from Sheltered
“It’s really kind of you,” she settled on, finally.
But in response he just shrugged. No big deal. The nicest thing anyone had ever done for her was really no big deal at all.”
― Charlotte Stein, quote from Sheltered
“God his voice sounded like pouring cream. All rich and thick and good, so good.”
― Charlotte Stein, quote from Sheltered
“Evie, stop,” he said between kisses. She should have been relieved. She should have, but really all she could feel was the heavy and constant ache between her legs. How warm it made her feel, how daring.
And of course it only got worse when he said, “God, baby, you’re so greedy.”
It didn’t even humiliate her. Somehow he made it sound like the sweetest, sexiest compliment, and when she pushed a hand through his hair and tried to get him to kiss her again, his lips parted. A ripple seemed to go through his body, as though it affected him as strongly as it affected her.”
― Charlotte Stein, quote from Sheltered
“I can’t just live here, Van. I can’t. You know I can’t. What would I contribute? What can I give to you? I—”
“You give me everything.”
“Please don’t say that.”
“Why not? It’s true. I don’t even laugh for anyone but you.”
― Charlotte Stein, quote from Sheltered
“Ohhh that’s good. Fuck you’re greedy. What do you want, huh? Tell me what you want.”
― Charlotte Stein, quote from Sheltered
“Do I perceive a softening in your heart for me, damoiselle?" He laughed at her scowl. "Beware maid. I will tell you true. After you will come another and then another. There are no strings that can tether me to any woman. So guard your heart."
"My lord, you greatly exaggerate your appeal," she replied indignantly. "If I fell anything for you, 'tis hatred. You are the enemy and you are to be despised as such."
"Indeed?" He smiled slowly into her eyes.
"Then tell me, damoiselle, do you always kiss the enemy so warmly?”
― Kathleen E. Woodiwiss, quote from The Wolf and the Dove
“Touch with your eyes, Cathy. Handle things with them, so you can tell by looking if they are rough, or slick, or damp and soft, like mushrooms. You have to cry with your hands, and laugh with it, and let it sing, You have to see with your heart. You have to see with your heart.”
― quote from Cathy's Book
“That boy—he pushed me. He’s so mean!” “And you’re surprised? He’s mean to everyone who lets him. C’mon, little Lys. I thought you were better than this.” His words surprised her. “Better?” “Maybe you are a crybaby.” “I am not!” He shoved her until she staggered back and dropped into the puddle again. She stared up at him with shock. “You’re going to let me do that?” he demanded. “Wh-what?” “Get up!” Shock gave way to anger as she got to her feet. She glared at him, her small fists clenched at her sides, her tears forgotten. “That’s better,” he said. “You don’t cry when someone pushes you down. You get up. You get up and you fight back. And pretty soon nobody’s going to shove you anymore because they’ll see it’s not worth it. You won’t let anyone push you around and make you cry. Got it?” At the time, Lysandra didn’t understand what he’d been trying to teach her. All she knew was that her skirts were muddy and her mother would be angry that she’d spent so long gathering nothing but dirt. Get up. Again and again. There are those who would push you down into the mud and laugh at you. They wanted to see tears. They wanted to see defeat because it made them feel better about their own sad little lives. But sometimes it was hard to rise back up. Sometimes the mud grew so solid and so thick around you that there was no escape. And the taunting laughter never stopped. Suddenly,”
― Morgan Rhodes, quote from Gathering Darkness
“Sam Pearl, curvo su un foglio verde delle corse, gli fece un cenno di saluto con la mano grassoccia. A nessuno dei due veniva mai in mente di mettersi a chiacchierare. Che ne capiva lui delle corse di cavalli? Che ne sapeva l'altro della tragicità della vita?”
― Bernard Malamud, quote from The Assistant
“Cuando los primeros lobos aullaban, abrió los ojos, la miró y sonrió, y ella no pudo menos que sonreír también.”
― Laura Gallego García, quote from The Valley of the Wolves
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