Quotes About Protection

Jackson caught Elle's arms and dragged her back against him, pressing his mouth to her ear. Stop now, Elle, or I swear I'll knock you out. You aren't killing yourself over him. Stop now, damn it. Elle slumped against him. Don't let my sisters touch me. Too dangerous. And I can't bear if they feel what I feel. Promise me. Blood pumped out of her nose. Only you, Jackson, no one else. Swear it or I keep going. Jackson closed his eyes. I swear it, Elle.

He could keep her safe, make all her troubles go away. He could do that. He was that man.

I need you with me, Raven. You chase away the shadows and lighten the terrible load that threatens to drown me.

The two detectives had been there for well over an hour, and in that time the demon in Aidan had been growing stronger and stronger. HE had all but sprouted fangs as one of them did everything but beg for a date with Alexandria. Did she really need yet another suitor? He was going to have to post a sign on the lawn stating that all males courting Alexandria Houton did so at their own peril.

She wanted the one thing he knew he would never be able to give her: the freedom to join him in his battles. The thought of Savannah in any kind of danger robbed him of the very air he breathed.Gregori was at a loss. For all his knowledge, all his power, he was unable to say the right thing to make it better for her.

I swear to you, on my life, on the lives of my brothers, you'll be happy. You'll be safe.

She lifted her head. He knows I love you. She touched his face, her fingers trembling. He knows, Jackson. He can't get in when I'm filled with you and it's making him angrier. He's never denied himself anything and he believes he owns me. Well he's wrong, Elle. No one owns you.

That's my girl , he whispered into her mind. I meant what I said about taking your body into my keeping. You'll always be safe with me. Just let yourself feel, not think. You're with me, and I'll cherish and protect you for all time.

She felt Stefano's body sitting next to her, yet he seemed to take up the room, surrounding her, in front of her, at her back. He was everywhere. Dangerous. Determined. Giving her a feeling of security. How he managed that she didn't know.

Staying strong for our people. Staying strong to keep the demon inside. Staying strong for her. Only her. Those last two words of his code- his vow- said everything. Every wound he had suffered in battle, every time he had to kill an old friend or relative, every night he'd risen and endured the gray void, was for her.

There you go, getting all protective on me. You're worried about me, aren't you? His voice practically purred at her, a sensual mixture of possession, desire and something else - affection. Dio, bambino, I love that.

Looking into Ricco's eyes, she knew she was safe with him. She felt safe. More she felt free.

She had no idea she could feel so protected. So beautiful. So cherished. He made her feel all those things. She could give him his art- and it was beautiful.

I'm not rejecting you. Just the opposite. You mean something huge to me. Huge. I can't think about much of anything else but keeping you alive.

You are safe, Lorraine. You will always be safe from me. You are the one person in this world I could never harm for any reason. The things I told you about myself are true. I am Carpathian, not vampire. I hunt the undead.

She's my Anya. My Blythe. She always was. It wasn't some bullshit white-knight rescue-her thing.

She could see into his soul, the barely leashed beast always striving for dominance, never quite conquered. She could see his fear of losing her, of being forever vampire, loathed and hunted by his own kind. And she could see his terrible need to protect her, keep her safe, and his need to please her. He wanted to earn her respect and love, be worthy of it.

He worked well with the GhostWaljers, as a member of that team, but having Shylah as a partner was eye-opening. She seemed to anticipate every possibility as he did, and she took steps to protect him more fiercely than any person ever had.

It was against her principles to allow anyone else to fight her battles and perhaps be injured or killed in her place.

I take care of what's mine. He won't get his filthy hands on you again. That's my promise to you.

Blythe turned the tables on him. She was genuine. Sweet. Protective. Nurturing. Everything he'd never had and didn't know he needed or wanted. It was impossible not to love her.

She could be soft and sensitive. He'd provide the armor for her.

Staying strong for our people. Staying strong to keep the demon inside. Staying strong for her. Only her.

Her wild imagination immediately interpreted his statement as him claiming her, making her his, letting her know no matter what, he would stand for her.