Quotes About Connection

Holding her gaze, he closed the final distance between them and went down to his knees, that beautiful bruised face looking up at her.

Sara had named her daughter Zoe Elena. Damn if Elena hadn't sniffled like a baby herself when she found out.

Make me forget." A whisper, a plea. Not giving her what she wanted wasn't even an option. He switched their positions so she was under him. "Aren't you afraid I'll take advantage?" She wiped away her tears. "Please do." "Ask nice." "Why don't I make you angry instead? That gets me kissed a lot.

Maybe, just maybe, two broken people could manage to create something whole.

Why are you sad, Dorian?" He couldn't lie to her. "The leopard wants you to see it.

I could kiss you forever," she murmured against his lips, sucking at the lower one, playing with the upper, his body weight a luscious pressure. "I love feeling you against me." "You say such things, Elena. You will make me your slave.

Brenna's eyes widened. Raising a hand, she brushed his hair gently off his forehead. "Why do I keep telling you things I swore I'd take to my grave?" The contact shot electricity through his nerves. "Because you know I'll always be your shield against the nightmares.

Death holds no allure for me, Elena." The power of him cut against his skin, a cold white fire. "Not when I have yet to sate my hunger for you.

Dropping her hand, she turned in his arms. Then, rising up on tiptoe, she cupped his face in her palms and drew him down. Her kiss was innocent, vulnerable, a caress so gentle that it made him her slave between one breath and the next.

Under her palm, his heart beat strong and sure. It was such a human sound, so honest, so real.

In my time," he said, "they believed in witches. Are you a witch, Honor, that you make me say these things to you?" Causing him to rip open wounds that had stayed safely scabbed over for so long that, most of the time, he managed to forget they existed. Her hands, so very, very gentle, continued to hold his face as she tugged him down until their foreheads touched. "I'm no witch, Dmitri. If I was, I'd know how to fix you.

Aren't you going to get up?" He put a hand on the curve of her hip, a possessive gesture that had already become familiar. "No. Let's have more sex.

Why is it"—she shivered as he kissed the top of her spine, went lower—"that I always end up naked while you remain dressed?" A husky masculine chuckle, his lips moving over her shoulder, his hands on her hips. "Because I'm a smart man.

You," she murmured, using both hands to undo his belt, "are the sexiest man I have ever met." He made her think bad thoughts simply by breathing.

His kiss held his heart. It broke hers.

If you don't need my backsight," she said to Kaleb, "then why am I here?" He rose to his feet and, placing his hands on the table, leaned toward her until she could've reached out and run her fingers along his freshly shaven jaw. "You are here," he said in a tone that made her heart thump wildly against her ribs, "because you belong to me.

Taking a sip of the hot chocolate he'd made her, she met his gaze, those eerie eyes of endless black impenetrable, unreadable. "Max?" "Yes?" "Will you remember me?" His heart broke into a thousand pieces. "Always.

Naasir stretched lazily before settling back into his previous position. "I'm old enough now, and I want someone to play with like you play with Janvier and Raphael does with Elena. Even Dmitri plays with Honor." This seemed to fascinate him. "The rules are secret in each game. I want to have secret rules with a woman who . . ." A long pause. "A woman who knows me, understands what I am, and who wants to have secret rules with me.

I ain't no Psy, Ms. Aleine, but even us dumb animals know when two people start exchanging thoughts, something's going on." She narrowed her eyes at his smug tone. "It was a coincidence." "Baby, when I think about my body, I don't focus on my cock.

Seven months Naasir had been hunting. Seven months since he'd told Ashwini he was ready to find a mate. Seven months and still his mate hadn't made herself known to him. Didn't she know he was looking for her?

No," he responded, reaching out to trace the shell of her ear. "They grew back even more beautiful. Blue edged with silver." Elena laughed at the scowl in his voice.

He hugged her again, before she could put some distance between them. Then the most sneaky wolf in the den lowered his voice and whispered, "But you've got an advantage, sweetheart. You're already in his head. And you know how to mess with it.

Heart of my heart, that's who you are, Adria Morgan. Chosen and forever." Picking her hand off his cheek, he pressed a lingering kiss to the palm before placing it over the strong, steady rhythm of that very organ. "Wolf and man, you own every part of me.

Fathers and mothers," she found herself saying, "leave their mark, no matter if we've known them a lifetime or only a day.