Quotes About Vulnerability

I'm trusting you not to break my heart. If it gets even a scratch, I'll break your face. -Shaye

I unwind the thin metal belt from my waist, then loop one end through the other to create an all-in-one collar and leash. 'I hope this doesn't offend you but...' I lean over, patting the air until I encounter the softness of his fur. 'We'll tell no-one of this,' he mutters as I anchor the collar to his neck, and I want to smile. 'Ever.

But his plans didn't matter, she supposed, since he would soon be at her mercy. Not that she had any." - Bianka

Emotional entanglements are messy. And if I don't get involved, I don't have to worry about getting hurt. -SHAYE

I asked why you want to keep your clothes on. Are you scarred?" Shiver bumps dotted her skin. "No." Not physically, at least. "It will not bother me if you are. I swear. I will kiss them better," he said huskily.

No matter how savage, no matter how brutal, a romance novel hero never hurt his heroine, his icy exterior melting for her alone.

The speaker was a handsome man, probably only twenty years old, and he had a hard-on the size of a police baton. Impressive, but it wasn't going to save him from a beating.

AMUN BLINKED OPEN HIS EYES. Or tried to. The action proved difficult, since his lashes felt as if they'd been glued together. And maybe they had been. If one of his friends had punked him, he was going to retaliate. With scissors.

Admit it. If we were characters in a (super hot) romance novel, you'd be the vulnerable babe in need of a protector, and I'd be the hardcore alpha villain everyone secretly yearns to tame. Spoiler alert: I'm willing to let you give the taming thing your best shot. Because I'm a giver.

I know you don't want to see me because I'm "dangerous," "deranged," and "possibly the worst being ever created by Zeus—or anyone." But underneath this chiseled, bronzed exterior beats a heart of gold, probably. You'll never know the truth unless you come out of hiding and take another peek under my hood.

What are you willing to discuss? You know what, never mind. You'll probably suggest the many ways to murder me.

Vale, his tough as nails female, hurt deep inside, and Knox couldn't abide it. "You want to cuddle," he said. "we cuddle.

When I thought about it, I understood. Sometimes the loneliness probably got to be too much and anyone seemed better than no one.

I'm beginning to think," I say, "Might Equals Right shouldn't mean the strong are tasked with the protection of the weak, because the strong aren't always strong and the weak aren't always weak. Everyone stumbles. And one day, when you stumble - and you will- you'll need someone to help you stand. Will be there anyone eager to do so, or will there be a line of people hoping to kick you while you're down?

His pupils dilated, and he swallowed. "I came to, uh, talk." "My breasts are flattered," she forced herself to say, "though I doubt they can answer any of your earlier questions.

He wouldn't stand a chance. Not just because of her (magnificent) breasts and hotness—hey, no reason to act as if she didn't know—but because he had no experience. She had been his first kiss; she knew it beyond any doubt. He'd been stiff at first, unsure. Hesitant. At no point had he known what to do with his hands. That

Eppure sei qui, nel mio letto.» E ci sono anch'io, incapace di lasciarti andare.

She didn't see her death in those eyes, as the book had promised; she saw her seduction. She'd almost—almost—allowed him to 'mark' her, just to feel his skin against hers. Hussy. He was the one chained, and yet he had power over her. He was strong, in body and in mind, and he exuded something—pheromones, perhaps—that drew slave-like desires from her.

I tried to tell you. You said you didn't care, remember?" A muscle ticked below his eye. "You should have told me anyway." "While you had barbells within your reach? Please. I'm Disease, not Stupid.

You keep running and one day when you stop running your going to fall, and I'm going to be there to catch you.

What does this world need: gifted men and women, outwardly empowered? Or individuals who are broken, inwardly transformed?

God did not have—but wanted very much to have—men and women who would live in pain. God wanted a broken vessel.

What is success? It is a toy balloon among children armed with pins.

The only thing more dangerous than a developer is a developer conspiring with Security.