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161 " I’m amazing. Because I’m with you "
― Celia Aaron , Christmas Cake: A Holiday Collection
162 " But I’d prefer to be inside you, if that’s an option "
163 " What if I’m not good enough?” I ask him. “You will never be good enough,” he assures me, his fingers coming up to touch my temple. “In here. An artist never is.” “That isn’t the reason you do it,” I reply. "
― Celia Aaron , Hot for Teacher Anthology: 19 Stories Filled with Lust and Love
164 " I want to feel you shatter "
165 " That isn’t why we do it. We do it because there is no other option. Because inside, you die if you quit. "
166 " He didn’t know me, but he spoke as if I was the only thing he’d ever loved. "
― Celia Aaron , Dark Protector
167 " You make murder sound more romantic than it should. "
168 " Just one of the many benefits of loving the Angel of Death. Get some sleep. Tomorrow, we’ll talk about our next move. After I’ve fucked you, of course. "
169 " He may have been hell-sent, but he had been put together with heavenly perfection. "
170 " I force my fear to take a backseat to my determination "
― Celia Aaron , The Maiden (The Cloister, #1)
171 " I need to make her feel safe and loved. Honored. I want to fuck her with my heart as much as my cock. "
172 " His eyes are on me. Imagining the things his mind tells him are wrong. The dirty things he wants to do with me. I can see them. There is no hiding it. "
173 " I moaned at the pain and pleasure that mixed like a top shelf cocktail in my veins. "
― Celia Aaron , The Butcher (Dark Protector #3)
174 " Sometimes we must indulge in the things society would not approve of, "
175 " A virgin? Yes. A saint? No "
176 " Those are the words of someone who was free. "
177 " You make me feel alive,” I whisper. “So it can’t be wrong. "
178 " My purpose in life is to give you pleasure. I want that more than my own breath. To see your face when you cum. "
179 " Shit.” I pushed back against Sin. He didn’t move, just shoved his hips forward, his half-mast cock sending a tingle through me. “Krasivaya? We train?” His voice sounded closer. “Sin, he’s going to see. Get off.” “I already got off once. I’d like to do it again.” He smoothed a hand down my stomach and rubbed my too-sensitive clit. “No. "
― Celia Aaron , Sovereign (Acquisition, #3)
180 " The butterflies in my stomach are out of control. There is fire in my veins. And want so dangerous I fear I might become addicted to this feeling. To him. "