Quotes About Vulnerability

Even the powerful needed protection sometimes.

Layla brought her arms around herself, no doubt because she was remembering the feel of another, stronger set. I have wanted to, but he holds back. I hope...I believe it is because he wishes to mate me properly first, in ceremony. Payne felt the awful weight of premonition. Beware, sister. You are a gentle soul. Layla got to her feet, her smile now saddened. Yes, I am. But I would rather my heart be broken than unopened and I know that one must ask if one is to receive.

You're so very naked, she whispered against his shoulder. He smiled into her hair. So are you.

As he stepped forward, it dawned on her that this was a bad idea. If he wanted to talk she should meet him downstairs. After all, he was very male. And she was very naked. And they were now... yup, shut in a bedroom together. Good planning. Excellent work. Maybe she should jump out a window next.

This was real life cocoa. The kind you gave someone you loved because you couldn't think of anything else to do and both of you were a mess. It was the kind you stirred while your gut was knotted and your mouth was dry and you were thinking seriously of crying, but you were too much of a male for that kind of display. It was the kind you made with all the love you hadn't expressed and might well not have the voice or the chance to speak of.

It felt odd to realize she was frightened more by what he might know, and not of what he might be.

I don't do one-night stands, she blurted. Who says one will be enough.

I wish to be naked before you, she commanded. Make it so, Manuel.

On the backs of her lids,all she saw were the bare-naked breasts laid out before him,his dark head descending,his tongue flicking free of his mouth...and then his eyes lifting and meeting hers.

Stepping onto the bath mat, that was also done in that god-awful deep pinky red, he toweled himself off. Still erect. Glancing at his fighting clothes, he found himself loath to put them upon his skin. Rough. Scratchy. Dirty. Mayhap the feminine environment was contaminating him. Xcor ended up in the big bed, naked, upon his back. Still erect.

God, now she knew what decent men felt like, the disquiet before taking someone for their first time.

Qhuinn climaxed on his next swallow, the orgasm shooting out of him before he could think of any kind of boring and unattractive distraction, the pleasure cresting with such power, he sagged in his own skin. Blay's chuckle was erotic as hell. Whatever, payback was going to be a bitch, Qhuinn vowed to himself.

He had a weakness, though. All of us do, and those of us who think they do not are not being honest.

You and I are not going to survive long term, regardless of love or bonding, if you keep airbrushing things. If I keep airbrushing things. It's not a good strategy for us—and if this makes you feel like you're on the spot? As if I'm giving you an ultimatum? I don't care. If anything gets in the way of our relationship, anything, I will mow that shit down—even if it is you.

You hurt,too? When the female nodded, Marissa was stunned. Then a little relieved. It wasn't all painful. I mean, what led up to it was ... is amazing. Butch makes me... he's just so... the way he touches me, I get... Oh, God, I can't believe I'm talking like this. And I can't explain what it's like with him. Beth chuckled. That's all right. I know what you mean. Really? Oh, yeah. The queen's dark blue eyes glowed. I know exactly what you mean.

That cat was a traitor. And if by some miracle she lived through the night, he was getting downgraded to Tender Vitals.

Blay thought of the text that he didn't intend to ignore. "You suck." "Yes, I do, don't I." Qhuinn licked his lips. "And you like me to.

When it comes to… things … about you and sex, I've always worried that I might not be quite enough for you. - Jane Fuck … no … you're everything to me. - Vishous

I just…I love you. Even though I'm broken

Unfortunately, you choose things because they're safer---that is understandable, though. Inanimate objects don't do unexpected things or break your heart or betray you. Objects are safe. People are complicated.

Isn't it wonderful not to have to be perfect to be loved?

But that was the beauty of inner thoughts. No one had to know your weaknesses. And once you'd finished dwelling on them, you could toss them into the mental trash bin they belonged in.

She ran over the frost-laden grass in her bare feet and threw herself at him, grabbing on to his neck with both arms. She held him so tightly his spine cracked. She was sobbing. Bawling. Crying so hard her whole body was shaking. He didn't ask any questions, just wrapped himself around her. "I'm not okay," she said hoarsely between breaths. "Rhage…I'm not okay." He closed his eyes and held on tight.

Forcing his lids down, he brought Blay's knuckles to his mouth, brushing a kiss against them. Then he gave himself up to sleep, letting himself fall into unconsciousness, knowing that, at least for the next few hours, he was safe in the arms of his one and only.