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1 " He pulled the gun from his waist, running it along my cheek and back down to my lips. I blinked back the tears at sick game. He finally stopped the gun at my temple, my pulse fighting against the pressure of the cold metal of the gun.
“Do you think you are a good person, Kendall?”
“No, not at all,” I said, swallowing down the misery of my honest answer.
“Really?” he asked, one eyebrow lifting in confusion. “Are you afraid to die?”
I wished I could spit in his face for making everything so hard. I wished he would just pull the trigger and end it already. But a small part of me was begging and pleading internally that he wouldn’t shoot me.
“No, I’m not afraid to die,” I admitted, I closed my eyes and the tears fell quickly. “I’m not afraid of much in life. I’ve seen too much to be scared.”
He let out a sigh. I opened my eyes. He pulled the gun away from me.
“Well, damn. How the hell am I supposed to kill someone so miserable?”
I looked away. Even in death I was pitiful. "

― Holly Hood

2 " For the record," I do not desire your body. Not that you're hideous or anything, far from it. Even with those scars, your chest is really nice, and I like your legs because they aren't scrawny, and you have nice shoulders and naughty bits, but I've never been one to put physical attributes ahead of more important things." " Such as?" He had his hands on his hips when he asked the question, which just made me want to giggle again. " Intelligence, a sense of humor, and oh yes, not being a mythical creature." I swallowed another giggle. " Not that it wasn't a cool form, but still. I like my men without the sort of baggage that must go with being a shape-shifter." " Is that so?" One eyebrow lifted. " Yes." " Then you will not like this." He pulled me against him, his mouth moving into place on mine, his breath hotter than I could have imagined. And then he kissed the very wits right out of my brain. "

3 " He set the helmet on the floor beside the door and slung his jacket over the back of one chair. He tilted his head sideways to look at her, one eyebrow raised. “I’m not going to ask why. I’m going to make assumptions. "

― Paula Altenburg , Her Secret, His Surprise

4 " Silence cleared her throat, fearful her voice would come out a croak. “Is she asleep?”

He blinked as if he, too, were waking from a dream, and glanced down at Mary Darling. “Aye, I’m a-thinkin’ she is—she’s stopped fussin’ at me.”

Silence felt a huge smile of relief spread over her face. “She was fussing? Oh, how wonderful!”

He shot her a look, one eyebrow arching. “Ye’ve taught the child to bully me, too, now?”

“Oh, no,” she said hastily, embarrassed. Did he really think she bullied him? What a silly notion! "

― Elizabeth Hoyt , Scandalous Desires (Maiden Lane, #3)

5 " What am I, your wife?' Boyd asked him, highly amused.
Sin seemed to consider that for a moment. 'You would need to exchange bodies with my new boss for that. You can be my slave instead.'
Boyd could not help a startled laugh at that. 'I don't know if I like the idea of being your slave,' he informed him with one eyebrow arched in challenge. 'The very nature of that relationship would imply I get no compensation and I just can't agree to that.'
'You get to be in my presence. That should be sufficient compensation. "

― Ais , Evenfall (In the Company of Shadows, #1)

6 " I stared at him. Did he really just say that? Did he remember? The way he looked back at me, one eyebrow raised, I knew he did. And this time, I was the one to look away. Because I remembered. I remembered everything. "

― Jenny Han , It's Not Summer Without You (Summer, #2)

7 " You raise one eyebrow and regard
me with another intense stare.
“Start by stripping please
Jenna.”
I hear what you say and yet on some level I can’t quite process it.
“Strip?” I ask, as though I don’t understand your demand.
“Yes, strip. Take off all of your clothes. I want to see you naked. Now please.”
I feel dazed, yet I let my jacket fall to the floor, and start work on my shirt buttons. Your eyes never leave me.
I can feel them mining into me whilst I tackle the third button. Why is this so weird? You’re my husband after
all. You’ve seen me undress and naked countless times.
Yet this is different. I am not just undressing, I am stripping. It’s not my decision; it’s at your command. You are not just Oliver now; you’re my Husband – some dominant entity now in charge. For some strange reason, I am finding it really hot! The look in your eyes is not just appreciative; it’s carnal. Waves begin to rise in my pool of desire. "

― Felicity Brandon , Friday's Lesson

8 " So the question is, what can I do to motivate you, Polly?”

She eyes me salaciously and I drop my gaze, unable to return the intensity.
Gently, she uses one finger to lift my chin and make my eyes meet her own. They are a vivid blue and alive with desire for me. The air around us is charged and the tension is palpable. My soaking pussy is a testament to how much I already want her…

“Well?” she asks, breaking my train of thought. I gaze at her face; just a few inches from mine.

“I – I’ve never done this before…”

“Done what Polly?” Rachel chides, removing her finger.
I miss the contact immediately and am rueful to have upset her. She raises one eyebrow at me.

“Thought about what motivates you?” she asks, sardonically.

“I’ve never been like this… with a woman, I mean…”

She rises from the sofa in one fluid movement and stands above me.

“Kneel Polly.”

Surprised by the order, I blink at her before I respond.

“Excuse me?”

Rachel smiles at me.

“Get. On. Your. Knees,” she says, articulating each word, and pointing to the floor in front of her.
“I am going to find a way to motivate you. "

― Felicity Brandon , Customer Service

9 " From my bedroom window, I hadn’t noticed his earring and the Motörhead tattoo on his forearm. He looked like the kind of guy who, if a bomb went off in his watering can, would raise one eyebrow and say, ‘Well, that was close. "

― Angie Langley , Jennifer Brown's Journey

10 " I'm supposed to carry you over the threshold, right?" I laugh. " If that's what you're doing, I must've slept through something important," I say dryly. He quirks one eyebrow and shoots me a cocky grin. " Oh trust me, I won't let you sleep through any of the good stuff. "

11 " Halt! How are you? What have you been doing? Where's Abelard? How's Crowley? What's this all about?" " I'm glad to see you rate my horse more important than our Corps Commandant," Halt said, one eyebrow rising in the expression that Will knew so well. Early in their relationship, he had thought it was an expression of displeasure. He had learned years ago that it was, for Halt, the equivalent of a smile. "