Lux Saga Quotes

LUX EX TENEBRIS. Out of darkness, light.

Baby, you could climb on me twenty-four fucking hours a day, wherever I am and I wouldn’t hate it. Understand? Far as you’re concerned you can call my face your throne. Sit the fuck down, my queen.

Not seeing me again was never an option. Nothing can keep me from you now.

Put me inside you,” his voice rasped. “Put me inside my woman who loves me.

A man once said the definition of insanity was doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results. I was his test guinea pig.

He watched with his predator eyes. The hunger in them unmasked. He was addicted. He kept right on feeding his filthy obsession, and he didn’t care.

He felt at peace knowing his little bit of a thing was safe and recovering inside.

Was he wearing those black sweatpants she loved seeing him in? The ones that hung low on his hard abs, his dick print sweats.

She wanted his lips. The kidnapper’s gorgeous full lips.

Measuring dicks never got old.

Being in love with a thief never felt so good.

Jesus fuck. I’m sitting right fucking here, Prez. Maybe shelve the porn a little, yeah?

What do you propose we do, sleep together? Maybe the captor and hostage should spoon?

I want to taste you. Fuck, I need to taste you, it’s gnawing at my gut. I want your mouth open and sucking on my tongue, Luxe.

I got one more pump in me, then you’ll have to make do with my mouth if you need more.

Reality became something of the past five minutes ago, replaced with a dirty fantasy she’d conjured up in her bed late at night.

For what it was worth he already knew he resembled a pissed off serial killer most of the time, he was completely fine about it, it kept people away.

Press your hips harder, love, go at me like you’re trying to get at my cock through the denim, I’ll sit here and take it.

Let me take care of that for you. I can, Luxe. I will. Until you don’t ache anymore, until you’re so wet with satisfaction you’ll forgive me.

Dangerous was the first word to come to mind as she held the blue eyes of the kitten holder. “I’m more likely to hurt you than these.” He told her, voice like a train wreckage. All rust and granite.

I need to go at you like a savage, do you understand? I had to watch them with you for an hour, do you know what that felt like? To see others touching your cock-bait body. Fucking touching what is mine.

The thief had stolen something more precious than any jewel. And for once in her long, lustrous criminal career she had no intentions of ever letting it go. She had the heart of an outlaw who adored her.

He grabbed two handfuls of her ass like he had the right to. She supposed after giving her an orgasm he kinda did. His kiss was dominant yet not forceful, strong but gentle. She felt cared for in his great hands.

The entered the building twenty-strong. Rider in front with his two meanest assholes flanking him. No one would mistake the men had come for anything but a brawl. Their promised retribution so powerful it swiped the oxygen out of the room.

Was he aware of the beauty of his hands? She wondered as he greedily snatched her closer, brought her in as if he too couldn’t stand even an inch of distance between them, as though it had been weeks and not hours. She picked up a hand, so torn and red and kissed each knuckle. Wicked hands that could rip pleasure out of her. Strong hands that protected her.

but as far as his Icy was concerned he was just a man taking care who what he loved most. Priorities shifted so subtly it was hard to see sometimes, but when she’d come back into his life his priorities had taken a hard swerve in her favor, and he didn’t apologize for it.

Don’t think I don’t know what you did, love,” she grinned and didn’t say anything. “Feel free to manipulate me into bed any time. Cause after we sleep I’m waking you with my mouth in your panties.” As if to mark his place one of his hands slid down into the back of her underwear and stayed there while she tried to still the cyclone of need.

You know, there are moments … people. There are people who change you. Who save you, really, from yourself, from a life that didn’t feel right, kind of like you’re wearing the wrong socks and just don’t realize it. These people make you question everything, thoughts and feelings and ask yourself; do I want more? Yes. I do. You made me want more.

Tell me you ache for me to bend you over the couch, to feel me drip sweat down your back while I work you into a frenzy like an over starved animal. Tell me you want me to give it hard and nasty, make you pop, because you’ve fucking missed me, Luxe, even if it’s just this neat little body that’s missed having me inside it.

You wanna come into town, give me lip for a bitch being friendly with me when I’m a single man and free to talk and fuck who I want.” Even hearing it curdled bile in his lower stomach. “Then climb all over my cock and disappear as quick as you came and came and came. Though, this is my own goddamn fault, isn’t it, baby? I asked for this, for you to use me and my dick as your own fuck toy. So, you’re gonna come home with me and you can get what you came looking for by fucking the shit out of me.

— ¡Fuera de mi cabeza! —No puedo evitarlo. Estás transmitiendo tus pensamientos tan condenadamente fuerte, que siento que debo ir a sentarme en un rincón y comenzar a mecerme, susurrando el nombre de Daemon una y otra vez.

You're my kind of girl. My only kind of girl. Got it?

You'll be miserable your whole life if you fight who and what you are. But if you accept yourself, all parts of yourself, you'll know a freedom you've never imagined.

If throwing coins into a fountain made wishes, what did the tears of a broken-hearted girl make? The

Is there something I should do while we wait?" Me. You could do me. I mentally swatted myself.

You like a tree with no roots. You think you tall but you die soon. This

Stay and train a girl my psychic Master thought would be my one true love, or

Children couldn't appreciate the gift of that life until they'd grown past the point of enjoying it.

Caterpillar think life is over in cocoon, that darkness means death. Not so. Darkness bring new life. And wings. Caterpillar becomes butterfly and fly away.

We were kids, with kid problems. Now we're adults. Our problems grew with us.

No violin had ever played before in Ma’zekaï. This was the birth of music to a world of silence.

Incomplete knowledge brings harm.

It would be nice to live once again with the innocence of a child, to not have to face adult decisions and adult consequences. Children couldn't appreciate the gift of that life until they'd grown past the point of enjoying it.