Home > Work > Beyond Jealousy (Beyond, #4)
61 " Bullshit. Everything about this is brave. You're halfway to tied up and so damn strong. "
― Kit Rocha , Beyond Jealousy (Beyond, #4)
62 " Tonight, you're going to take what Ace gives you. What I let him give you. Do you trust me?" "With every breath. "
63 " At least now you know how to fuck her. "
64 " Too fucking much to lose. So damn much to gain. "
65 " If you can let someone go at all, you probably should, right? "
66 " Warmth and comfort. Acceptance. Every needy, lost part of him wanted to call it love. "
67 " Every. Damn. Second." "Maybe only half of them. "
68 " Because I never had you in the first place. Whatever you were looking for, it wasn't me. "
69 " Respect was letting her want anything that got her off. Not just that, but giving it to her, in all its filthy, debauched glory. "
70 " they could tear his heart out of his chest and burn it to ash, and he'd still go to hell happy. "
71 " They had desires, and forbidding those desires didn't diminish them. It just turned them into vice. "
72 " He watched her as if she was the only thing he wanted to see, the only thing he could ever need. "
73 " She was a work of art. Jared saw the paint and the canvas and a few pleasant shapes. Ace felt the earth move. "
74 " Not until you're sure dirty's not bad. "
75 " Witnessing this sort of unbridled sexuality could be addictive. "
76 " Every movement swept away all sensation, replaced it with something hotter, sweeter, until she was sure she'd die if it got any better. And then it did. "
77 " I didn't walk away from you. I ran, because sometimes you scare the hell out of me. And then I turned around, and you'd gone and found yourself a fucking hero. "
78 " Some other night he planned to get lost between her thighs, mapping every sensitive spot with his tongue, memorizing the topography of her pleasure. It would be the best damn recon he'd ever done, but it would take hours. "
79 " that was the problem with being an artist. You could bleed out every feeling inside you, splash it across the canvas in an orgy of creation, but in the end you'd still be staring at an imperfect reflection, so fixated on the flaws that you could never share in the joy of discovery. "
80 " They wanted to be his muse, adored and seduced, the object of obsession for the first time in their sheltered, neglected lives. "