Ce Ricci Quotes

I want you. So much, I can’t think. Can’t breathe. I can’t do anything but want you.

Well, in the words of the great Olaf? Some people are worth melting for.

Just make sure you don’t go falling in love with me.” I scoff. “A little hard when I’m already in hate with you.

There are far worse things in the world than falling in love, Aspen. No matter who it’s with.

At the risk of sounding completely fucking corny or like a total sap, I’m happiest when you’re happy, Kee. It’s always been that way, always will be.

Superstitions are pretty much the only thing I take as seriously as hockey. And this could be my last season. Yours too. I just wanna come out on top.” Or bottom. If he’d prefer it that way.

If you put half as much effort in trying to make us work as you are in trying to rip us apart right now, we could be fucking unstoppable", he mutters softly. “We’d be everything.

Someone want to enlighten me, so I don’t get fucking lost in the middle of the mountains if I decide to take a nice stroll…and don’t end up throwing myself over a cliff?” Sounds pretty fucking good right now. Actually scratch that and point me to the nearest death drop, thanks.

You’re a dream,” I whisper, my nose brushing his. “You’re a dream in the midst of my worst nightmare.

How in the ever-loving fuck this guy gets me worked up with his presence alone is so far outside my IQ range, it’s laughable.

I dare you to let me love you the way you deserve to be loved. Wholly. Completely. And out in the open, where the world can see.” My throat constricts around the words, but I continue to push them out anyway. “I love you. I’m so stupidly in love with you. And I dare you to love me too.

My entire body feels shredded and torn to pieces, the slab of muscle that used to be my heart most of all. But it still stumbles in my chest, trying to find a rhythm to beat to in this new existence I’ve found myself in.

He’s every deadly sin wrapped in a single heartbreaking package.

But hey, what doesn’t kill you just gives you seriously fucked-up coping mechanisms and one massive self-destruct button.

But get your head on straight for tomorrow’s game, and maybe you’ll get a repeat.

I just wanna know how it feels to be owned by him, even if it’s just once.

during that infamous birds and bees talk—saying if you can’t talk about it, you shouldn’t be having it.

Oh, suck my dick. Fucking douche.” I smirk and lean into him, allowing our proximity to work in my favor. “Whip it out. I’ll drop to my knees right here and now. Best head you’ll ever get, guaranteed.

Seeing him like this, knowing I can’t do shit to ease his pain, take the burden of his sorrow and put it on my shoulders instead. It’s what you do when you care about someone. When they mean the world to you and you would do just about anything for them.

I literally think I hate you sometimes.” Rather than allowing me to deny him, he grabs the back of my neck and hauls me in and takes what he wants. He kisses me hard, the kind that curls my toes, before whispering against my lips. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.

The words hit me hard enough, I wish I would’ve taken the bullets instead. Because this...hurts so much worse.

But then someone told me that rule doesn’t apply if he’s the rest of your life.”  “Who told you that?” “Holden did. Last week.

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I’ve always been yours. I was yours even when I shouldn’t have been, Auden. I’m yours now, the moment we fucking met, and every single day in between.

OhholyJesusfuckingGod,” he moans in a single breath.

Don’t you dare?

You’re kidding, right? No one drives my baby.

Truth be told, I’ve never watched a damn episode of Supernatural, but I’m pretty sure everyone knows how Dean Winchester feels about anyone besides him driving his Impala.

Homicide is illegal, and the only person who’d help me hide the body now lives in New Jersey.

I’m trapped, completely at his mercy. And he knows it. “Fight me, baby. There’s nothing I want more.

I’m here until he tells me to leave,” he finally says, his voice now detached. “That’s what you do for the people you love.

But I was wrong, baby. I think I prefer the taste of your tears.

So you need to take it or leave it, because I’m not changing for anyone. Not even you.

Nothing pulls me from this nightmare. Nothing lets me escape from this reality.

I’m just glad it’s died down now. No more scandalous stepbrothers screwing each other in the midst of grieving their dead parents.

I come with his name on my lips as I shoot inside his ass, filling him with my release. Claiming him as mine, once and for all.

You have me. You will always have me. Until every star in the night sky burns out. And maybe even then.

I didn’t want to fix you, only save you from your nightmares. Too bad I didn’t realize the real nightmare is you.

I pray I’m the only one who has to walk out of this hospital heartbroken.

You die, I die too,” I murmur gruffly into his hair, barely more than a whisper tearing itself from my throat. “I go where you go, River. That’s what forever means.

He’s losing it. No, losing it is the understatement of the century. What is more than wrecked? Destroyed? Obliterated? Fucking annihilated.

Until you, no one has managed to silence Shame’s screams. Even momentarily.

All I want is to be the hand you reach for when things get difficult.

Flirting With The Frienemy 101, sure to be an instant bestseller.

But fuck me, I wanna explore every curve and line and indent on his body. Learn it with my lips and tongue while it follows the paths my hands have already taken.

I bet you’d like to fuck my face, for real this time. And you can. I’ll get down on my knees for you, here and now, if you say yes.

A piece of me refuses to believe today was the last time I’d ever see my father’s face in person. From this day on, all I’ll have are photographs and my memories, and even those begin to fade over time.

This is love, Pierce. The fight-with-you-every-day-because-I-can’t-live-without-you kind. The kind where you get married and grow old together. The kind that’s meant to be forever. How can’t you see that?

Fuck, this is a pretty sight,” I mutter, my hips giving small thrusts every time his mouth descends over my length. “Had I known this was the best way to get you to shut up, I would have suggested it years ago.

My gaze meets his, finding him staring down at me—into the darkest depths of my soul—and for the first time, I’m not afraid of what he sees lingering in the shadows. Not when he’s the one who’s shown me how to let in the light.

said I’d only stay as long as he didn’t want me to leave. I’d only go when he told me to. All the oxygen is sucked out of the room and I feel like I’m gasping for air when I finally fucking realize... He doesn't want you. He doesn't need you.

Last chance to back out,” I whisper, pressing a little harder against his rim. “And why the fuck would I do that?” A smile lifts my lips and I murmur against the shell of his ear, “Because, baby…I’m about to ruin you for anyone who’ll come after me.

You love him,” Oakley says, a hint of awe in his voice. “Don’t you?” Leave it to my best friend to see right through me like I’m nothing more than a piece of glass. I bite the inside of my cheek, and before I realize it, I nod. “With every inch of me.

You and I both know that when you know, you just fucking know. It doesn’t matter if you’re sixteen, twenty-one, or thirty-something. When the person you’re meant to be with is tossed in your path, you grab them and hold on for dear life. In whatever capacity they’ll have you.

Go fuck yourself, Lennox.” He smirks, crossing his arms over his chest. “Why don’t you do it yourself, Grady?” My jaw practically pops out of its socket in an attempt to keep my damn mouth shut, to keep my cool and not let him get to me, no matter how much it goes against my nature. “Feisigh do thoin fein,” I growl under my breath in Gaelic. Because yeah, I’m a mature twenty-one year old guy who just told him to fuck his own ass in a language there isn’t a chance in hell he speaks.

He bridges the tiny pocket of space between our mouths, his lips brushing against mine in a feather-light kiss. One so soft, it’s barely a kiss at all. And I sink into it. Into the pure innocence of it. Into the intimacy of it, until I’m unable to escape the hold it’s got over me. But I don’t want to escape. Not now, not ever. I want to bottle this entire moment up into a single heartbeat and cherish it in all its glory. Because come morning light, one of two things are bound to happen. He’ll wake up beside me and regret every moment of what just happened. Or he won’t. But either way, I need to save it. File it in my memory as something pure and perfect. Something to remain untouched, no matter what happens tomorrow. And then pretend this doesn’t change anything between us. Even if I know it’s a lie.

I mean, I'd rather you actually fuck Roman than kick a puppy.

If you think you’re lost, just follow the river.

That’s the most fucked up part of it all, though. There you were, from the beginning, telling me not to fall in love with you. But I did anyway. And if I’d listened to you, this wouldn’t hurt nearly as much. Because it does hurt, knowing you don’t trust me. Knowing I don’t deserve your trust anymore.

I want you,” I whisper, like a secret in the night. “I want you so much, I can’t stand it.

Every emotion rippling through my body seeps into this kiss. Anger, hurt, betrayal. Hope, love. Hate.

So rather than keep fighting a losing battle, I walk away; tiny pieces of my heart left in my wake as he does nothing to stop me.

I cut him off with a bruising kiss, because there’s nothing else to say here. Nothing else to think or do other than kiss him more. Pin him against the door of his car and kiss him harder. Deeper. With as much passion and gratitude as humanly possible. Leave him breathless, the same way he does me.

You drive me fucking insane, and most of the time, not in a good way. But what better way than to work it out on each other? I’ll even let you go first. Whatever you want.” I run my lips over the pulse point on his throat, just below his jaw as I work my way over to his ear. “I bet you’d like to fuck my face, for real this time. And you can. I’ll get down on my knees for you, here and now, if you say yes.

Just make sure you don’t go falling in love with me.” I scoff. “A little hard when I’m already in hate with you.” “Wouldn’t want it any other way.

I’m gay and you’re an attractive man currently stripping in front of me. Of course I’m going to get hard.

He laughs. “And what if I wanted to go first?” I can’t believe I’m about to suggest this, but… “Then turn around.

Fuck it,” I mutter. My hand slides around the back of his neck, and I haul his mouth to mine in a scorching kiss. One that…fuck, it makes me want him all the more. And in all the ways I know I shouldn’t.

I’m about to cross Michigan Avenue when a hand lands on my forearm, halting me in my tracks. There’s not even a second for me to register what is happening when Quinton reels me back into him, and without hesitation, drags me in for a kiss. The second kiss of the day, but this is entirely different than the first.

What happened to the rules?” He licks the water dripping off his parted lips. “Fuck ‘em.

Please, just shut up. Before I make you.” “Mmm.” He chuckles more, curling his hand around the back of my neck. “Then maybe you should kiss me.” I can’t stop the way my heart ratchets in my chest when he kisses me instead.

God, listen to you,” he rasps, the deep cadence of his voice strained. “So fucking needy for me, and I’ve barely given you anything.

The worst of it is I can’t help but feel it’s partly my fault for being benched. Even when none of the blame actually falls on my shoulders, because I didn’t do anything wrong, I still feel the pang of guilt.

I feel a single tear collide with my thumb. It’s silent, but it might as well make a sonic boom as it meets my skin. Or maybe that’s the sound of my heart shattering on impact. Because there is no worse pain on the planet than watching the person you love fall apart before your eyes, knowing you’re helpless to stop it.

The hairs on my arms are standing on end, and suddenly, it feels like the temperature's spiked to somewhere between Hell and the surface of the sun.

No blood needs to be shed in order to get what you want.

Rain cups the back of my head, staring at me with a mixture of awe and terror. “You just took a bullet for me.

I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t fight you a little bit, would I?” I smile, working to swallow.

it could’ve been Rain on the pavement, blood pooling around him at astronomical speeds. Then I would be the one who is shattered beyond repair.

I can never take these things back, Ciaráin. Not believing you when you were only a child. Letting him control both of us. No matter how much I want to try, I can't rewrite history. But if you'll let me, I'd like the chance to make it up to you.

Even if it's painful. Even if rebuilding the bridge takes years. And even if the person might not be worthy. Holding onto the pain only hurts me more in the end.

Fine,” I say. “Then you can go. Leave. I don’t need your love or acceptance. I’ll have Mom and Willow and Rain—

I swear to fucking God, River. And if you try to die on me again, I’m gonna find a way to bring you back to life just to kill you myself.

And I swear to you, River. No matter what, I’ll follow you anywhere.

If I don’t do everything in my power to get River to a hospital, I’ll live with regret for the rest of my life. Even if I got Rain in the end. It would eat away at me, consume me from the inside out. And as much as I love him, I don’t want to be his second choice. I don’t want to be his consolation prize.

His eyes, a vivid gold as they tears spill over to streak his face, finally meet mine and everything I thought I knew about love starts to splinter. My heart drops to my stomach before they both quickly rise to my throat, forming a blockage so large I can’t fucking breathe. Breathe, Roman. He needs you.

bet you’d like to fuck my face, for real this time. And you can. I’ll get down on my knees for you, here and now, if you say yes.

Stop. Staring,” he says, his tone flat and direct while his eyes stay locked on his notebook as he continues writing. “Stop. Being. Sexy.” “Kinda something I can’t control, considering I’m not even trying,” he retorts. “Mmm, yeah, you’re right. This is one of those maybe he’s born with it moments.” His gaze lifts from his notebook again. Slower this time, before he cocks his head and blinks at me. “Did you just Maybelline me?” My lips lift in a grin. “Maybe.

One drink,” I coax. “And then you can have me any way you want me.” He steps forward, close enough that we’re almost touching.  “One drink,” he repeats, leaning in to whisper in my ear. “One drink and then I’m going to spend the rest of the night making you wish we skipped it altogether.

We’re good together. Too good. Scarily good.

For the record,” Will says, subtly pressing his hips into mine, his cock hard behind his shorts. “This is how I feel being around you. Only you. All. The. Fucking. Time.

For the sake of our sanity, we have to find a way to leave the past in the past.” How the fuck can I do that when

As long as my heart is beating, there isn’t a day on this earth where I won’t want you still. Won’t want to share this place with you—share every fucking moment with you for the rest of our lives.

You’re my person, Auden. You’re my fucking person. Not your sister. You.

What I want is you. I wanted you then, and I want you still.

I want everything with you, Pierce. And I’m not just talking about sex.” His fingers skate up and down my side, causing goosebumps to break out in their wake. “Every laugh and smile and secret and inside joke. All the little moments that make up a lifetime, I want with you.

I could live the rest of my life right here, in this moment, and it still wouldn’t last long enough.

I swear to God, Oakley, who might be the most top guy I’ve ever met, just asked me to— “Fuck me, Quinn.” Yeah, that. Holy mother of shit.

Fight me, baby. There’s nothing I want more.

I’d never be able to live this down if I don’t stop him from making me co— Ah, fuck it. This can’t get much worse.