Quotes from Lara Adrian

There were precious few people you could trust, so if you wanted to survive, you'd better always look out for Number One.

I love you, Mira…my Mate. My life. You're my everything.

yeah, maybe I should make you scream for me," he uttered against her skin. "I want every male in this building to know that you belong to me. Only me.

when I look in your eyes, one word leaps into my mind every single time: Forever.

As a girl, Mira had held his hand and led him out of a dark place. As a woman, she'd held his heart, despite his efforts to prove himself from caring for someone he could never bear to lose. Now he only hoped he'd find the strength to push Mira away, when all he wanted was to pull her close and never let her go.

I'm ready when you are, Lucan." "Okay," he said, shaking his head in defeat. "Let's go get our boy.

Selling bullshit to a guy who peddled it for a living was no easy task. – Dylan

I don't know what I want … other than more of this. More of you." Brock lifted her beautiful face on the edge of his hand. "Take all you want.

You are the finest thing I've ever touched. I want to be careful with you. Hunter, Deeper Than Midnight, Lara Adrian

Age makes you want to hold everyone you love as close as you can.

How long can you brush up against evil and not come away stained with it yourself?

He didn't care that his voice and hands shook as he brought her closer. He was thoroughly unashamed of the depth of his feeling for this woman.

Lock and load, everyone," Lucan said, casting a grave look at the rest of them. "It's gonna be a long, bloody night.

No … she is mine. She stays with me.

For us. Kellan, you have to promise me you'll give me that chance-" "I can't promise you that, Mira. I can't promise to put you through any more hurt or distress than I already have." He took her face between his palms, tenderly smoothing his thumbs over her cheeks and her trembling mouth. "But I will promise you this: I love you. God, I always have.

His mouth was the only bit of softness on him. Wide and sensual, lips parted slightly in his drugged state, his mouth was profanely beautiful.

When he spoke, there was an odd vulnerability to his deep voice. As if he were letting her peek inside one of the dark chambers of the heart he seemed so sure he didn't possess.

He wrapped his palm around the back of her neck, possessive but tender as he gazed into his mate's brown eyes. "She knows she's got me, anyway she wants me. Forever, if I have anything to say about it.

I love you. You are mine. In my heart, I knew that from the beginning. You are my beloved, Tavia, my only one.

No, I'm talking about you, Nathan. What right did you have to storm into my life and mess everything up?

You're not a blade or an animal, Nathan. whatever awful things you were forced to do in your past don't define who you are today." She inched closer, braved the smallest caress of his stern jaw. " Nathan, you are not what they tried to make you.

Nathan reached out to Hunter, Clasping the former assassin's hand in a firm shake. "I understand now," Nathan said. "I didn't know it would be possible to feel-" The massive warrior only nodded. No need for more words.

This detour was only supposed to be temporary. I never dreamed I'd find forever here.

Art is meant to provoke emotions, Avery. Its sole purpose is to arouse our senses, even if it disturbs. Even if it's ugly. Even if it fucking scares the living shit out of you.