Quotes from Larissa Ione

It's okay. There's no shame in wanting me. I am hot, after all.

Shit," he rasped. "Too much. This is too much." Too much what? It wasn't enough , as far as she was concerned. "I like touching you." "No one ever touches me." He took a deep, shuddering breath that somehow sounded...pained, and not in a good way. "Nothing but the wind and rain ever does.

What is up with you?" she snapped. "I have been flirting my ass off, and you act like I'm trying to sell you stewed maggots." "Hey," he said with a wave of his hand. "Don't knock stewed maggots. With enough spices and tomatoes––

I want you, Cat. I want you more than I've wanted anything since I fell.

I'd have you on the floor, pulling a sixty-nine that wouldn't end until I tasted a dozen of your orgasms. Before you could even think about recovering, I'd fuck you in every way a male can fuck a female. And I wouldn't stop. Not until you begged.

Fortunately, all three assassins turned out to be excellent fighters. Tavin's ability to explode eyeballs with a touch was especially impressive. It had definitely come in handy against a ten-foottall demon with butcher-knife-sized teeth and two dozen eyes. Pop! Pop! Pop! Eyes everywhere. Some powers were meant for fun.

Oh, it does," he said, thinking of Azagoth and his pitch-black sense of humor. "You just don't want to be on the funny side of it.

Qué haces? Él arqueó las cejas. —Un sesenta y nueve. —Espera, ¿qué?—Limos se alejó de él y clavó las rodillas en la arena, negándose a moverse ni un ápice. —No puedes tocarme. Arik le regaló una sonrisa de lo más perversa. —No, pero tú sí que puedes hacerlo mientras yo te miro.

I'd tell you to ask my last assistant about my low tolerance, but his soul is busy being tortured and buttfucked in the Inner Sanctum." He laughed. "Buttfucked in the Sanctum. Get it?" Apparently, the males of all species remained children no matter how old they got.

His smile became downright wicked. "I can make you beg for the mere whisper of my breath on your skin. I can do things with my tongue that will make you scream with the exquisite intensity of it. And I can make you come so hard, for so long, that you'll pass out from pleasure.

He sold his soul to a Soul Reaper—" "That was stupid." "Yeah," Raze said, without missing a beat, "we agree on that. Anyway—" "No, I mean, really stupid." Revenant leaned against the doorframe and divided his unnerving attention between Raze and Slake. "I mean, it just seems obvious to me. Don't sell your soul. Seriously. Who does that? What the fuck?

My mom used to say that a man who hates cats is insecure, but a man who likes them is one worth keeping. If he can appreciate a cat, he can appreciate a strong, independent woman." -Serena

Hell's bells, he'd been cast in a cheesy horror movie.

The fallen angel was about as perfect as anything she'd ever seen. Made sense, she supposed—she'd never thought angels would be anything less than perfection. But seeing one naked and up close? No one could blame her for wanting to take pictures and post to all her friends on Instagram, right?

When walking through the "valley of shadows," remember, a shadow is cast by a Light. —Austin O'Malley

Thanatos swung around. "Death." Cara swallowed. Audibly. "As in, the Grim Reaper?" He snorted. "That poser. He deals with evil souls.

She shoved to her feet. "What the hell is that scroll? Some sort of Aegis romance novel? Underworld erotica? Screw you all.

His mate keeps him in line." "Pfft." Hades waved his hand in dismissal. "She knows who rules the roost." Lilliana laughed. "Cat does." Hades's shoulders slumped. "Yeah." Suddenly, he grinned and waggled his brows. "But she has sex with me, so it's all good.

Revenant shrugged in his black leather duster… He plopped down in the overstuffed chair by the fire. "That's my seat," Azagoth said. "Move." "Whatever, Sheldon.

There's an old Cheyenne saying about how, when a man is as wise as a serpent, he can afford to be as harmless as a dove.

Tayla's eyes narrowed into slits, as if she questioned Gem's motives. "I'm not sure I trust you." "I don't trust you either," Gem shot back. "So where does that leave us?" "It leaves you in what's called a family, girls," Wraith drawled. "Get over it.

If I were any of those things, I think the last place I'd be is in the middle of nowhere. I'm guessing you don't have a huge drug or slave problem in your one-stoplight town." "Two," she snapped. "There are two stoplights." "Oh, well, then, I'll see if I can get the slave trade going in your thriving metropolis.

I'm not exactly a half-breed." Wraith said. "More of a freak of nature. But my mate is fangy, so my lips are sealed.

She trailed her fingers along the book spines as she wandered around the room. "My father thinks reading is a waste of time." Hunter thought her father was a waste of space.