Poppet Quotes

He puts his arm around me, the lights dancing on his dark skin constantly skipping across to mine, planting a myriad of emotions into each pore as if preparing my heart for tilling.

His eyes are piercing and intense, the stare they give me brimming with threat and interest, folding thick arms over a broad chest, rippling the muscles in his forearms and etching the tattoos down his arms into stark highlight.

Biting a plump bottom lip, I stare into endless irises open and poised over my own. Sliding my hand up her thigh, under her gown, I pull her closer with the hand cupping her hipbone, releasing the growl of a king caught in delight.

The sun sets, the strange clouds glowing eerily like a full moon laced with arsenic and occult warnings. Eternity stretches out her mocking red carpet, hinting at the long lonely walk of regret I have ahead of me.

He turns back to me, a strong hand swooping down and sculpting hair off my face, familiar looking arms curling back around me and cradling me into a chest harder and hotter than a mountain left baking in the Australian outback.

It's a heady aphrodisiac being exposed to his unique voice when he adopts that tone. His voice reverbs on a bunch of notes simultaneously. It's the first thing you notice about Ryan, his voice sounds like an orchestra playing a symphony composed by angels. It's most distracting until you grow immune to it, and now I'm back to completely infected with the Ryan voice virus.

With a laugh exposing a kissable mouth and perfect teeth, he glances my way again, his entire demeanor tensing for a second, those dark eyes finally promising more.They haven't just licked me, they've broken my legs, turned my hips inside out, and sucked my nipples so hard I swear to god they are no longer on my body.

Inhaling, I am ignited with the first breath of freedom

Phoebe, don't play coy. If you were willing to give a peeping Tom a show, and you thought you were doing it for my benefit, then let's cut the pretend out of this and shoot straight for cold hard honesty

I loathe being crimped into this deplorable position on the vampyre chessboard.

Pulped in his crushing strength, his hug is enough to smear me over his body like war paint.

Now more than ever I wish I had a cup of oblivion. But there is no mercy for the people who have left the darkness for the light. The darkness lingers until you stand naked in the light and let it fill you up, in every corner of your soul.

We've been here before. She knows I won't stop until she screams. Her pride won't let her scream until she's on the cusp of death.

Every footfall of my boots echoes and ricochets louder and louder, the excruciating stroll I take induces her heartbeat into pecking so hard and erratic, my dick starts hurting with an anticipatory throb.

she shakes her head, fisting hands into my t-shirt and sobbing into my neck. And all I can think about is how good this feels

The flock mirror the madness of their liege.

in my darkest hour she answered my call without resentment or guilt, without hesitation

Lifting, smiling back at her giggle, her relief, I tease, “If you want to bleed sweetheart, I can make you bleed. I promise if I do it will be way more fun.

For why war? Nada ne hurt, sister ne hurt, for why you make vesna sore? For why!

Hold tight, and I promise to do the same. We don't need a safety net Zena. We have each other.

Who knows what real really is...

In truth the issue is that we are so powerful what we believe becomes our reality.

God bless you butterfly, because now I'm claiming you like no mate has ever been claimed in the history of our kind

Rubbing absently at my temple, I do declare this woman leaves me flabbergasted and tongue tied.

The activity has pumped out his chest and hardened his abs, and I can't believe I'm even noticing or appreciating it. His smile is naughty, the muscles in his shoulders thick and ripped, undulating with his movement when he adjusts his position for me to get an eyeful.

I do so love the art of severing boundaries

Pushing himself off the bed in a violent thrust, his lats widen like wings down his sides, where his waistcoat is open halfway to his waist to accommodate muscular builds, he indicates the gilded cage with outstretched arms. Showing off his supreme musculature, he says, “We have forever Phoebe.

Kicking the door shut with the heel of my boot, I wedge her against it, raining kisses on her skin, wishing I could climb inside her and kiss away the welts left on her heart and mind.

I've known you forever, and you are only just remembering me.

A shade slinks over me and I'm caught off guard when he leans down, placing a blossom in my cleavage, his face shadowed and secretive.

I manage to hold the poker face when she submits to dominance, to the summons, and swans into my arms, pressing her quivering form against mine when she embraces me.

Every man needs a shadow to reveal his light, to always be that close, ever present, bonded forever in astral allegiance.

Naïve, and very very dangerous. If she only knew what treacherous waters she has just stepped into.

The problem with all of you is you think in isolation instead of realizing we are one community, when one of us falls, we all fall.

Holding my hands, kissing the palms, his smile is ecstatic, jubilant, adoring, and the song playing speaks for him, “Have you ever seen the light...the way it shines in you.

Do not feed fear. Starve it.

She looks at me with wide eyes, delight and joy evident, sitting forward, “They are dreaming? You watch dreams? Movie is dream?

I'm in a bastard mood, so wait for her to come to me without moving. Here kitty kitty, come to the lion's den.

So many people talk about the Golden Gate bridge, but I would bet they haven't seen the new Sava River Bridge. It has long metal ropes suspending it, like a gigantic angel's harp waiting for god's fingers to reach down and pluck the first chords, to send a vibration of relief and love into the heart of Belgrade.

I'm the riddle you have yet to solve

He follows me down, catching his weight on either side of my head so he can leer his face into mine, coiling muscles and immobility at me, “I want you to lay into me. Fight me.

Snatching my hand in the death grip of his fingers, he pulls me off the wall to line his chest, closing his body around me in a muscular cage which smells of leather and soap.

Alone in the dark all we have are the supernal lights in each others eyes left to illuminate the room, the only sound our breathing.

He should always wear jeans because they make him look hotter than a nebula. Black suits him too. It hugs to his muscular vales and swells, turning temptation into sexy man therapy.

What's it like feeling the smooth heat of that arm, tracing the supernatural muscles bunched in his arms and chest, teasing anyone with a pulse and hormones to lick their way down the divots and planes of that skin, to unbutton the leather shielding his body and taste all the way down to that silver buckle on his belt.

He's going to bite me!Instantly the last light in the room fades out as if announcing the reign of darkness.

Eyes darker than a midnight lake penetrate my thoughts with their intensity, and a big hand warmly covers mine

Just once, he looks back at Arsay, and I feel like an entire encyclopedia of information and words is exchanged between them. I wish I could speak telepathy too.

He gives me the stare that only men can do. The mouth tightening exasperation stare.

Oh baby, your planet sounds like paradise but it just doesn't fly down here in the trenches.

Now now Ellindt, you know I love it when you beg.” Chuckling silently, every jolt from my hold causes her hands pulsating pain, and I bend to speak intimately into her ear again, “But I love it more when you scream.

In a perfect patch of paradise he stays immobile for an eternity while the predawn breath strokes his skin and kisses each vertebrae down his spine.

The answer to my thoughts is the loud ripping of my shirt when he tears it straight down my back, yanking it forward around my shoulders and imprisoning my arms in the sleeves.“I've got you now,” he says, breaking the kiss and sounding like a god about to unleash wrath.

Desire filters toxins through my system at the sight and I lower again, shoving her against the padded wall to snake my tongue over the elixir of pain.

This time you aren't escaping. It's time for a heart transplant.

Facing him as I lower the glass from my lips, he's giving me one of those intense moonlit stares.

she's so caught up she's unaware she's no longer the prisoner here, I am

Lady, you have just become a wanted woman. I suggest you start running.

He's a contradiction and that's why he's so perfect.

The closer she hip sways to me, the taller and tenser I stand, until I'm so rigid my muscles ache.