Skins Cassie Quotes

After another half second, he's locked me in a bear hug, crushing me into his chest and lifting my feet a couple inches off the ground as I kick furiously with my heels, twisting my head back and forth, snapping at his forearm with my teeth. And the whole time his lips tickling the delicate skin of my ear. "Cassie. Don't. Cassie..." "Let...me...go." "That's been the whole problem. I can't.

I know,” he said, looking down at himself — skin like papier-mache, ribs like violin strings. “I am not — I mean, I look —” “Beautiful,” she said, and the word was a pronouncement. “You are beautiful, James Carstairs.

Mircea must have heard us come in, but he continued what he was doing. He stood with his back to us, the candlelight on his bare skin causing his muscles to fall into sharp relief. He’d washed the river gunk out of his hair and now he threw it back, the water droplets shimmering in the light. The scene looked for all the world like a really good romance novel cover.

I can't tell if I hear your heart beating, or if it's mine," I say against his skin. "Aren't they the same thing?

I… What are you doing " Mircea had run a hand through his waterfall of hair and now he was sliding those beautifully shaped hands down his chest to glide over his nipples. His torso was hairless and perfectly sculpted with toned muscles and a long waist. He followed the lines of his flat stomach to the low-slung border of his only remaining garment. His fingers lingered there sliding along that insubstantial barrier teasingly drawing my eyes to the line of dark hair that started below his navel and disappeared beneath the black silk. It was startling against the pale perfection of his skin and except for the faint pink of his nipples gave the only color to his upper body. "Doing dulceaţă " he asked innocently. "I am trying my best to seduce you.

It doesn’t begin inside my head like I expected. Instead a delicious warmth spreads through my body, expanding from my heart outward, and my bones and muscles and skin dissolve in the warmth that spreads out from me, until the warmth overcomes the Earth and the boundaries of the universe. The warmth is everywhere and everything. My body and everything outside my body belongs to it. Then I feel him; he is in the warmth, too, and there’s no separation between us, no spot where I end and he begins, and I open up like a flower to the rain, achingly slow and dizzyingly fast, dissolving in the warmth, dissolving in him and there’s nothing to see, that’s just the convenient word he used because there is no word to describe him, he just is. And I open to him, a flower to the rain.

Walking out of the store with my parrot & sushi, I feel hideous, like everything I've done must be written on my skin. I walk through the streets of Tokyo with my cameraman behind me, knowing that anyone who looks at me will be able to see myshame, my sorrow, my regrets as ugly as scars. -Cassie

Breathe, Cassie, breathe. He has a good face. Not the face of someone who wants to hurt you. If he wanted to hurt you, he wouldn't have brought you here and stuck an IV in you to keep you hydrated, and the sheets feel nice and clean, and so what took your clothes and dressed you in this cotton nightie, what did you expect him to do? Your clothes were filthy, like you, only you're not anymore, and your skin smells a little like lilacs, which means holy Christ he BATHED you.

I begged for them to come all over me, to cover me in their collective seed. I wanted to feel their hot, sticky love on every inch of my skin.

He drifts the luffa lower and lower until he has to take a knee. Then he knows he’ll be in a perfect position to... Then streaks of lightning flash all around them. Along with thunder, that's rumbling louder and brighter than before. A feeling of dread fills her and her eyes grow wide. Cassie grabs Rob’s arm and slams him against the wall of the shower. Seconds later the trunk of a giant tree crashes through the roof and the bathroom wall. Rain splatters over them and branches rake down her back. Cassie cries out but keeps herself glued to Rob’s body. She shields him with a deep spell that allows the branches to brush lightly against his skin. When

Cassie saw another member of the flight crew approaching, a fellow a bit older than her named Justin who had pulled on a pair of blue jeans and a white oxford shirt. At least she presumed he had gotten dressed again. She wondered if he often slept naked when he traveled, like some of her friends who flew, because it meant not packing pajamas. Or maybe his body ran hot (like hers), and he liked the feel of cool sheets against his skin when he fell asleep. Maybe he liked the erotic charge. Certainly some nights she did.

Cassie leans in, wanting to follow his mouth and taste him further. Her tongue timidly reaches out and meets Rob’s. A soft moan and a small whimper escape her lips as their skin touches again. Now

The last thing he remembered what sharing his longing for a normal life, expressing feelings that had risen from the deepest part of him as if the blade that had slashed across his back had opened more than just skin.

We watched Victoria Beckham shrink into her seat at the World Cup and traced the curves of Kate Moss's thighs in her gold lurex Glastonbury minidress. We swelled with longing as sequins dripped from the narrow shoulders of the Olsen twins and signed with envy as the inky daisies tattooed around Peaches Geldof's stomach squeezed her into a smaller, more angular shape. We watched Alexa Chung form a long black line in her skinny jeans and ogled Cassie from Skins, angel-haired in a green-gold dress, spun out on pills in the dawn.

Mmm, playah-playah got caught up in the game. Didn’t think you had it in you. Well anyway, monogamy looks good on ya, Boss! Look how clear your skin is. You should be in a fucking Neutrogena ad. I’ll tell you—nothing clears up a man’s skin like daily pussy facials.

Cassie Moved Forward, Soft and Silently Enough That She Was Mere Inches Away from Him Before He Looked up at Her. She Lifted a Hand to His Cheek, Her Heart Pounding and Blood Rushing Through Her Veins.The Warmth of His Skin Against Her Hand Made Her Whole Body Tremble and When He Placed His Hand Upon Hers, Her Chest Tightened. The Intensity of His Gaze Confirmed to Her That What They Felt for One Another Would Surpass Anything He Thought He Felt for Lenora.

I’m Cassandra Said,’ said the younger woman who sat beside Tracey, whose eyes had already returned to her screen, fingers fluttering across her keyboard. Cassandra was strikingly pretty with huge dark eyes and caramel skin. She stood and shook Sophie’s hand with a feathery grip. ‘But call me Cassie. I’ve been so looking forward to you starting. Since what happened—