Quotes from Charlotte Featherstone

Jane, look at me," he asked, and when she did, he knew she was seeing what she needed in his eyes. "You are the only woman for me–it"s only ever been you. I told you once before, that I have never loved before you, and I will never love again. Jane," he said, forcing her face to down to his. "There is no condition on my love. No end to my desire. Don"t put them there, my love.

The power of a kiss is a heady pleasure, one that teases the mind, warms the heart, lifts the soul and tempts the body.

Go to hell," she snapped, hating how he made her lose her cool elegance. "Already been, my dear. The service was not up to my standards." Elizabeth and Iain.

Jane," he whispered as the streaks of dawn broke through their bedroom window. "Once more. In the daylight, so I can see you with the sun upon your skin." And she rolled over, smiled, and held open her arms to him, welcoming him home at last.

Clasping her to him, he hugged her for a long while and she felt his guilt and fear subside. "Do you want to see something very special—something magical?" Giggling she whispered, "You already showed me that this morning." He swatted her bottom. "Minx! Not that!

As he looked around the huge ducal bed, he saw everything that meant the world to him. Outside the sky was darkening and the snow was falling. Through misty eyes, Matthew looked up, saw the moon glowing brilliantly and whispered, "thank you." It was simple, but heartfelt. Never had a man been more grateful than that very moment when everything was utter perfection. With his family and his wife pressed up against him.

He knew how to touch her, how hard to thrust, when to roll his hips, when and how to angle himself so she could not only feel him inside her, but rubbing against her clitoris, brushing, sensitizing. The fiend knew how to make her agony last, how to suspend it until he would allow her to reach out for it and surrender.

Matthew," she murmured, her voice breaking. "How can I save you?

Christ, he was empty, just a shell of himself. He had nothing to give, not even his seed.

I wasn't drunk," Alynwick grumbled. "I tchin' for a fight, aye, but no' drunk." "Careful," Black said with some amusement, "your cultured English accent is giving way to your heathen Highland one.

I'm still scared, still wanting to run at times when I look into your eyes and wonder how I will ever be the sort of man you deserve. I want so much to deserve you. To be worthy of a woman like you.

How will I accomplish such a thing?" he said, and her lashes fluttered closed as his bottom lip scraped gently up the curve of her chin. "I'll be everywhere you are. Your very shadow.

She saw him as a boy, standing in the kitchen, his clothes tattered and torn, his dark hair in need of a cut and taming. In his dirty hands he held out the bed to her, his only words, "For you.

Words are so very difficult to take back and forget. Memories fade with time, but words never do. They linger in our minds, our hearts, haunting us.

But this night is not through. We've made love. And now, to the bed, where the f*cking will commence.

She followed the melting flakes, revelling in the thickness, the softness of his hair, which he wore long. She had loved to run her fingers through it before. Tug at it in mounting pleasure. Snuggle into it in the shared intimacy of their loving.

Beth…Beth… He whispered her name in his mind, unwilling to break the spell that surrounded them with any sound. He did not want to hear his voice; the only sounds he desired were the soft inhalations of Beth's breath, her sighs of pleasure, the brush of his body and hers as he loved her. She was beautiful, so perfect. He wanted to sit back and feast his eyes on her, sear her into his memory, lying like this, waiting for him.

You have a wild-eyed look, my Beth. What do you see?" "Don't look at me," she cried, now utterly unhinged. "Don't look into my eyes when you can see everything in them, and I am not able to look into yours and see anything!

I'm going to cut you," Georgiana murmured. "I'm going to mark that face of yours and show him what I'm capable of." "He'd still love me," Elizabeth whispered. "It's a concept you could never understand, Georgiana.

I won't say it's going to be easy for me, Madeline. I've lived too long in darkness and shadows, but if you're willing to stick by me, to give me a chance, I'll give you whatever you wish." "My wish has already come true," she said, smiling into his upturned face. "It was you, after all." -Blaine and Madeline

The man was an enigma. One minute he was looking at her as though he would kiss her senseless, the next he refused to even talk to her, much less look at her.

He was drowning, he finally admitted. Drowning in the allure of Lady Jane Westbury.

I love your taste, my shundori," he murmured, and she felt his body tense beneath her. "I can't get enough of it. I can't get enough of you.

BEYOND THE MIST, the darkness and shadow, he waits, reaching out through a veil of gossamer threads—'your future,' he whispers, 'your destiny'.