Ce Ricci Quotes

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

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

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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

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.

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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

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.

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.

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

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

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.

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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.

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

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

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.

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.

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.

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.

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

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

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

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

Don’t you dare?

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

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

OhholyJesusfuckingGod,” he moans in a single breath.

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.

Sometimes forever...is shorter than you think.

I love the way you fight me, baby. It makes the taste of your cum that much fucking sweeter.

I need his truths, all of them. Every single thing he is willing to share, I’ll eat it up and still beg for more.

Did you lose your mind, Ciaráin Grady?” He gives me a smirk before answering Coach, all the while holding my gaze. “Sure did, Coach. I lost my mind and found my soul.

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.” His words hit me like a bullet to the chest. We already are, my love. You are everything. I only wish I could tell you that.

He’s mine. Only mine. Just like I’m his. And I know now, we’re no longer an almost. We’re everything.

don’t have a chance to finish my thought before the unthinkable happens, and Oakley grabs the back of my neck, slamming his mouth to mine.

Fuck, baby,” he growls, licking up and down the length of my shaft more. “I love the sound of you choking on my cock.

Lemme see how hard you get from me fucking your face.

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

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

Being your most authentic self is the only way to ensure your happiness.

rapide recherche sur l’ordinateur, après une vingtaine de secondes, il relâcha l’écran des yeux et esquissa un léger sourire à l’adresse du commissaire, Carlo Ricci avait acquit une Fiat Punto grise trois ans auparavant. L’agent Venditti ne réussit pas à se contenir : « Allons prendre ce fils de pute et flanquons-le en prison ! -  Du calme du calme », intervint immédiatement Germano, puis continua plus posément : « Pour l’instant, nous avons seulement des suppositions, nous ne pouvons pas demander une analyse ADN sans quelque chose de plus, Angelo ? -  Oui. -  Occupe-toi du pistage électronique du portable de Ricci, compare-le avec celui de Chiara, nous verrons s’il y a des similitudes. -  Ok. »

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.

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

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.

Love has nothing to do with how you define your sexuality. It’s all about the heart.

His lips are red and swollen, his voice breathless when he whispers, “Was that the surprise?” I nod. “You’d said you wanted me to get out from behind the camera for a change,” I murmur before pressing another kiss to his lips. “I just figured it would be a lot more fun to do that with you.

Love has nothing to do with how you define your sexuality. It’s all about the heart.” - Alexis Waters, Don't You Dare

I’ll never hurt you,” he murmurs, teeth scraping against my shoulder. “I’d rather die.

I hate how simple she’s making this sound. Like the answers have been right here, staring me in the face the whole fucking time, but I’ve just been too blind or stupid or both to realize it.

Because instead of looking at the scoreboard, where images of his loved ones are flashing, he’s staring at me. Not his mom or sister. Me. The smile on his face just about kills me. There’s so much emotion in it besides joy and happiness, though anyone who doesn’t know him as well as I do wouldn’t just see those two things.

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

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.

And I’m not even into dudes. Right?

He narrows his eyes at me into near slits. “You’re being serious.” I blink, nodding once. “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.

Surely, the right one will come along eventually.” This comes from Pierce, and I allow my gaze to float back to him.  “I used to believe that. Even found one who came close.” I give him a smile tainted with calamity. “But now I’m starting to think that guy doesn’t even exist.

Even the part of him kicking my ass, since the douchewaffle never seems to back down from solving his problems with his fists.

The guy’s talented, as much as I hate to admit it. He could make it big—I’m talking NHL big—if he wasn’t such a hothead. Or a raging douche canoe.

Someone’s getting testy,” I taunt. It feels good to be the one getting under his skin. “And someone’s pretending like he played the best game of his life tonight when you couldn’t find the net if it crawled up your ass and made a home there.” A bark of laughter burst from me. “Again with the gay jokes, huh, de Haas? Couldn’t come up with something to make you sound any more like a bigot?” His lips curl back into a sneer. “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.

True love exists in moments stumbled upon by accident… — Atticus

Okay, Dean,

Less than a minute later, we’re sliding onto the bench seat of his ‘67 Impala

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.

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.

Either way, the anticipation is higher than a pothead on 420.

My lucky socks don’t have profanity on them,” he counters. “Just like…ducks and donuts and shit.

Too bad my brain is firmly locked on the feeling of his erection against my thigh, begging me to return to favor. And God, how I want to.

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.

First with letting him shove his dick down my throat and swallowing his cum like it’s a fucking Slurpee.

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

Take all of me. Swallow me down. And do your best not to choke on your own fucking words while I feed you my cock.

My eyes lock with his and I let out a final ragged breath before I move to put my still half-hard dick away. There's still a drop of cum on the tip, which I swipe up on my thumb before bringing it to his mouth. "Jesus Christ," Roman says as he watches me before sucking the digit into his mouth, tongue twirling around it greedily. "I prefer Hale," I retort before pulling my thumb free from his lips.

His face searches mine for a moment, looking for answers to all the unspoken questions he has swimming in his brain. All the things he wants to know, yet knows better than to ask. Because it's too much, too soon. He