Deliver Pam Godwin Quotes

You're going to hell." His lips twitched then erupted into a full-faced smile. "Oh, good. I was worried you'd be there alone.

what defines us is not how we fall but how we land.

I see all of you. I claim every jagged pieces of you.

You don't really know someone until you see them in the dark.

I relinquish control.” Not that she’d ever fully had it. In four swift strides, he was on her, lifting her, and slamming her back against the nearest wall.

She was stolen innocence, following the rules of monsters. Somewhere along the way, she’d become one.

Love and hate are closely related expressions of the same intensity. Both require passion, and neither follows logic.

I’m writing a paper on the life of Moses.” He licked his lips. “Let me demonstrate how to part the sea with my staff.” His gaze slid to her metaphoric sea.

You said you freed me, but freedom isn't defined by chains or walls. You, alive, with me. That's my freedom.

After I flay the skin from your body, I'm going to dye it and sew it into a handbag. Special order from your momma.

I can feel you.” He leaned back, inhaled deeply. “Inside me. Everywhere. You own me. You will always own me, and I will walk through hell to keep it that way.

Coincidence is nothing more than cause and effect. You jump. You fall.

I knew you weren’t the right choice for this.” She met his eyes and found her way. “You were the right choice for me. When I saw you, I couldn’t walk away.

He represented purity, beauty, family, all of the things that had been taken from her. He was a glimmer of goodness in her dark fucking world, a warm spark she could hold, if only for a fleeting span of time.

Sometimes you have to step back to open the door.

He was a man who loved selflessly and honestly, and she was taking him to a monster who would slice him open and fuck the incision.

They both carried a million cracks beneath the skin. Even under the stark light of the fluorescents, it was hard to see which of them was more broken. But for the first time, she felt like she had to vanquish her mental illness not for herself but for someone else. Because she was broken with him, and if she fixed herself, maybe she could make him a little less broken, too.

Funny thing, trust. It was so hard to give, yet easy to rip away

He tipped her a crooked smile, made of sugar and shit.

I stand here without rope or chains, Liv, tethered to you by my own will.” His blood beat with the ferocity of his words. “I won’t be free until you are.

Her voice was the pattering of drizzle on the misty surface, infused with nourishment and despair and acceptance.

Pull your balls out of your cunt.

He was once a captive in her attic. Now she was the one held captive, enraptured by his unwavering trust.

Beware, there is pain in the world, and you cannot run from it. But if you endure it, if you accept the suffering, it will stop.

Her lips slid into a foxy grin. “I made little Van voodoo dolls and stabbed them with toothpicks.

Vulnerability has to happen for love to be real.

Her naiveté would be the first thing vanquished by the hard, heavy weight between his legs.

She was freefalling, riding the wind of his breaths, hoping he’d catch her.

How much are you willing to take? How far down this dark hole are you willing to go?

Nothing compared to the freedom of floating in his arms. He would say the hand of God was holding them up, delivering them. She called it love. Her heart didn’t fall. It flew.

There’s going to be churchventions all over McLennan County praying for your soul tonight, Joshua Carter.

If he peered into her liquid brown eyes, he might’ve found the cruelest corners of the world there.

Separation from people hadn't cured her need to please. She longed to lift the hem of isolation, look into eyes full of acceptance, and see in them the reflection of a woman who didn't give a rat's ass.

What does a future with you look like, Joshua Carter?” Thwack. “A lot of prayers.” His ass flexed. Thwack. “Bible study three times a day.” Thwack. He lifted up on his toes, his voice hoarse. “No smoking and cussing.” Very funny. Thwack. “Missionary position only.” A laugh burst from her throat, and she stumbled, her swing missing him completely. “But no sex until we’re married.” Oh my God. Did he really just mimic her practiced deadpanned tone? She moved to stand in front of him, so she could watch his mouth. “You’re going to hell.” His lips twitched then erupted into a full-faced smile. “Oh, good. I was worried you’d be there without me.

Love is insanity

There’s comfort in believing there are things in the universe that defy the odds, that something beyond common sense can pivot into place and fill an inner need.

I'm the inescapable curse that caught you when you opened your door.

Am I a slave or something else?” He cocked his head, his hands absently stroking her legs. “You’re my life, mi vida.

Carter?” Thwack.

No safe words?” “No.” He laughed and shoved a hand through his hair. “I’m not running a high-end glitter club here. I’m a fucking cartel capo who hangs people in chains to kill them, not to tickle them with a flogger. Dangerous and crazy is the way I operate, Camila.

She had no idea the power she held over him, didn’t know how dry his mouth had gone or that his insides heated to a fevered level of dizziness. Nothing or no one had ever affected him the way she did. She was it for him, his past and future, his weakness and strength, his meaning for everything.

She ached to be fucked violently and loved tenderly, and for the life of her, she didn’t understand why. She wasn’t one of those women who needed a man, but she longed to be the kind of woman a man couldn’t live without. And while Matias’ intentions hovered somewhere between terrifying and soulless, the way he looked at her made her feel treasured. Protected.

Keeping his distance from her for the past four years had nurtured vicious cravings inside him, warping his tastes into an almighty need for painful, destructive sex. He was going to fuck her until they were both annihilated. Until their broken pieces scattered in an unholy tangled mess. And when they put themselves back together, there would no longer be hers and his. Only them.

Any man can chain you to a post.” He buckled the leather collar around her neck, securing it with a four-digit padlock. The leather sat snugly against her skin, the gravity of it choking her air. “Any man can rip off your clothes.” He tested the chain between her neck and the wooden column. “Fuck your throat, call you a whore, and you might even like it. That’s rough, gritty sex. But it isn’t dominance.” Her heart stuttered. He’d described her experience with Van so accurately. He glided a finger across the line of her jaw, tilting her face upward. “Dominance is when I kiss your brow and you obediently lower to the floor. Willingly. No hesitation.” His eyes flashed. “It’s when you kneel for me, give me the power to break you inside and out, and trust that I won’t. You will surrender your vulnerability without shame, because that’s what I want, and what I want, you crave.” “You’re delusional.” She struggled to swallow. “I’m not—” “You’re not there yet. So in the meantime, I’ll settle for rough, gritty sex.

I'm sorry" Whatever she heard in his voice, perhaps the reedy vulnerability in his otherwise controlled tone, brought her hands out from beneath him to grip his jaw and guide his face into light. She stared up at him for a long, terrifying moment, her eyes searching, her lips rolling together. Then her fingers moved to his temples, combing through the hair over his ears, tenderly, lovingly, in a way he didn't deserve. Her gaze didn't waver from his as she swallowed. "I will never forget. But maybe someday, I might be able to forgive.

kinksual

Maybe she ran marathons when she wasn’t trafficking humans. Or maybe she kicked kittens. Into end zones painted with the blood from dead puppies.

Fuck him, but he wanted to be her security, her anchor, her fucking everything. Not as her captor but as her lover.

I'd like to make you an offer.

Eliminating the toxicity in your life is not a failure. It's curative and courageous and never, ever easy.

But for the first time, she felt like she had to vanquish her mental illness not for herself but for someone else. Because she was broken with him, and if she fixed herself, maybe she could make him a little less broken, too.

Lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from the evil one.

she was broken with him, and if she fixed herself, maybe she could make him a little less broken, too.

I claim every jagged piece of you.

He was deeply deranged, inhumanly evil, and it scared the living hell out of her.

She was the fiercest, most exquisite creature he’d ever laid eyes on, and she was his. His prisoner. His property. His only source of light, glowing through a crack in the coffin of a twelve -year purgatory.

His fucking kiss had the power to crash walls, fuck minds, and bleed souls.