Quotes from Maya Banks

You'll never have to beg me for anything, my love. If you ask me for the moon, I shall fetch it for you.

Chrysander set a plate piled high with food in front of her then settled into a seat across from her. She piddled with her fork and toyed with the food, pushing it around the plate as she avoided his gaze. He sighed, and she looked up to see him staring at her. His expression was somber, as though he was enduring the worst sort of hell. She nearly laughed at the absurdity. To her horror, she felt the prick of tears, and his face swam in her vision.

trying to prove some stupid point to himself that he didn't need her. It was such a lie. He did need her.

How do you explain why the sun rises every morning? How do you explain the stars in the sky? How do you understand why no two snowflakes are alike? Some things just are, baby. And this is one of them. I can't give you pretty, dressed up answers that are so polished they done even sound sincere. I can only tell you that for me, it's you. It's always going to be you and nobody else. Fuck explaining it. I don't need an explanation. I just need you.

Her questioning would

No puedes controlarlo todo. No puedes controlar lo que una persona siente por ti, o lo que les hace enfadarse. Sólo puedes controlar cómo tú reaccionas, cómo tú actúas, cómo piensas o te sientes.

Cathy sent him a glare over her shoulder and sniffed disdainfully. "Women have to stick together. You couldn't possibly understand the girlfriends' code. A good friend will bail you out when you land in jail, but a very good friend will be sitting beside you in that jail cell.

Never be afraid to tell me anything," he whispered against her hair. "No matter how ashamed you might feel. I'll never judge you, Rachel. I love you.

Love made her patient. It made her hopeful.

You hold your head up. You submitting to me doesn't mean you're anything less...the very last thing I want is for you to be some mindless puppet.

Most of all, I want you to know without a doubt that I've got your back. And your front. And your sides. I've got all of you and I'm not letting go.

Never run out on me again. No matter what happens, you stay and fight. Yell at me, argue, throw something at me, whatever you want to do, but never walk away from me. Promise me that.

I want him to burn for me, to not be able to go a day without touching me, holding me, caressing me. He'll be an excellent lover. I want a man who knows how to please me.

I don't deserve your love or your shine, but I want it because with you I can feel the sun. I don't want to go back to those shadows.

And you look beautiful without it, but I want you to feel just as beautiful as I see you.

Tis a well-known fact that a man is either skilled in matters of loving or matters of war. 'Tis obvious that fighting is your skill.

Ahh, you're a man used to getting his own way." "Always," he said in a husky growl.

She exists, Damon. There are women out there who crave what we can give them. Once you taste it, you can't ever let go of it.

Seeing you happy is the best gift I could ever ask for.

Sometimes forgiveness is the hardest thing to give, but the most cherished thing to receive.

When would he learn that women never stayed where you put them?

Women were supposed to be the enigmas, but men? Moody, brooding bastards, the lot of them. A woman with PMS had nothing on a man. Where women might get hormonal once a month, men suffered their own brand of PMS on a daily basis. - Faith

When a woman submits to a man, it's the most precious gift she can give. Herself. Unreservedly. The man has to respect and honor that gift above all else. Even if he respects nothing else in the world, he must respect the woman in his care. It's his sworn duty to protect, honor and cherish his submissive. To take care of her and provide a safe haven. Someone who would put his own needs above his woman's is no man.

Sometimes forgiveness is the hardest thing to give, but the most cherished thing to receive.