Quotes from Lara Adrian

the Breedmate who'd not only upended his solitary existence but lit it on fire. He wanted her, no question about that, but what he wanted most was her safety.

What more do you want, Sia?" "I want you. Don't you see that?" Her cheek was warm where she pressed it against him. "Don't let me walk away like this. I want to feel your arms around me again. I need it, Trygg.

I've chosen … There is only you.

God help him, but it was easy to pretend he was a better man when Naomi was writhing and coming apart in his arms. It was easy to deny his deep dishonour at having given in to his own selfish needs and desires with her…and the guilt of being unable to regret it.

Apparently it was very lucrative to be a vampire.

You honor us well, warrior." - Lucan

Maybe there's a place for a rebel ghost within the Order's ranks after all." - Lucan

They were sisters to my kind," he said. They were female sex demons and very powerful beings, some of whom had incited an ancient war between the demon realm and the Nephilim.

Jesus," Dante interjected when the heavy quiet in the vehicle seemed endless. "All this touchy feely is making me itchy to kill something. How about we quit jerking each other off and go blow the roof off this mutha?

Mama used to say it was a faerie's kiss." Gideon stepped toward her where she sat on the old wooden chair. He gave a mild shrug. "Something made you and those others born with that mark different from other women. Who's to say it wasn't faeries?

You take care out there. Don't freeze off anything you might need later.

You're a dark, dangerous storm, Nathan," She tilted her head back, her glacial blue eyes arresting, even in the darkness of the club. "If i'm not carful I'm going to leap off a cliff with you.

Until I say otherwise, we're still on my terms, Miss Gates," he warned her, his voice rough and thick with promise. "Don't think I'm finished with you yet.

Her baby wouldn't stop crying. She'd started fussing at the last station, when the Greyhound bus out of Bangor stopped in Portland to pick up more passengers. Now, at a little after 1 A.M., they were almost to the Boston terminal, and the two-plus hours of trying to soothe her infant daughter were, as her friends back in school would say, getting on her last nerve.

Why are you pulling away from me now? Why are you acting as if I don't mean anything to you?" He held her gaze, his own haunted and filled with remorse. "Because it isn't fair to you, letting you think I could ever be any kind of mate worthy of you." … "I'd resisted the temptation for a very long time, Melena. And it was easy. Until I found you.

The girl has no knowledge of what her eyes reflect." Thank God for that. Niko hated to think of the education she might have just gotten otherwise.

With him, I'm dancing right up next to the flames of everything I'm afraid of and I'm learning that I can actually enjoy the burn. With him, I'm learning that I crave it.

Do you mind? You're interrupting my training." "Ah." His dark blond brows quirked upward as his gaze followed the line of her body to where she still hung by her ankles. "What exactly is it you're training for up there, Cirque du Soleil?

I wasn't expecting you either. I wasn't looking to feel something like this. But then you look at me like you are right now…you take my hand, or you pull me down beneath you, and I think maybe I've been waiting for you – looking for you, for this, for us - all my life.

Renata snatched the last dagger from its resting spot on the kennel ledge and let it fly at him. Like the other before it, this one too was plucked from the air and now caught in the Breed warrior's nimble hands. He watched her, unblinking, and with a masculine heat that should have left her cold, but didn't. "Now what will we do for fun, Renata?

I need you, Nick." I stare up into his haunted eyes. "Don't you know? That's where all of my wants and needs begin and end…with you.

All it took was a chance meeting with a stranger, some unexpected conversation. A few moments of kindness from someone who had no inkling of what she'd been through. Someone who wandered into her workplace on a whim and ended up making the worst day of her life seem less awful simply by being in it.

I wish I was the kind of male who could walk away from you. I wish like hell I had more honor, because despite the mark that should be enough to make me keep my distance – despite the fact that you're withholding information that might get you killed on my watch - the only thing I can't seem to do where you're concerned is walk the fuck away.

I love you," she whispered, moving deeper into his arms. "Please, don't ever let me go." He held her close. "Baby, not a chance.