Skye Warren Quotes

Freedom’s an illusion. We all live in prisons of our own making.

He didn't use me like an object, because a thing didn't need to be mastered. He didn't use me like a slave, because a slave didn't need to feel wanted. He used me like a woman, hungry and desperate.

You're so fucking full of virtue that I can't even breathe.

You want this as much as I do' My breath left me for a minute. 'You're delusional' I forced out. 'You're telling yourself that so you feel better about what you're doing' 'Who the hell else are you going to let touch you now?'.

You're mine. I caught you, and I'm not giving you back.

The hardest part isn’t dying; it’s surviving.

I was reborn in that moment, burst into flames like a phoenix and floating in pieces to the ground. There was scorching pain and hope for a future unknown.

He's wrong for me. Dangerous. Desire doesn't ask questions. Neither does love.

He was my ship in a tempestuous sea. I was the talisman he kissed before a storm.

Stories are powerful." They're life and death. They're survival.

Except what remains of the woman that she had been? If you have to change to be loved, then how much is that love worth?

No, you can't do anything to me, not a goddamn thing. You think you're clever, huh? You want me to open up to you, and then what? Maybe I'll fall in love with you? Maybe I'll let you go? Not gonna happen. You're mine. I caught you, and I'm not giving you back.

That’s the thing about a knight whose armor shines, though. It’s never been in battle.

love is a bitch.” I understand more than I want to. People act like love is a gift, but it’s not. It’s theft. It’s a goddamn tragedy.

How am I supposed to be interested in boys who are dancing in clubs, when this man has kissed me? How can I be satisfied with warmth when I know how it feels to burn?

There was a strange but addictive magic to sex. It tied a thin string from his soul to mine with every joining, and I wondered how many times it would take before we were inseparable.

I was a caterpillar, my many limbs held tight to my body, wrapped up in a cocoon. He paved the way, eased me from a small and ugly life to a beautiful one. The transition had been painful at times, but never more than it would be to leave him. But that was the path of a butterfly-to fly away from the one who had made her.

That's a good girl." He leaned down, whispering into my ear. "I'm sorry about this. I really am. You’re too good.

He's like a lion hiding in the tall grass. Only in this case they're tall buildings of steel and concrete. By the time the gazelle sees him, it's too late.

Let’s get this straight,” he murmured. “We are not equals. I am the bars and you are inside me, trapped here, and I’m never fucking letting you go. You can touch me, you can fight me. But you can’t ever leave.

I love the way you are. The way you’re terrified but do it anyway. The way you stand up to me when you shouldn’t.” I

Dreams don’t need to have a purpose. They’re part of living.” “If they’re part of living, then they’re part of dying.

But he was mine. I’d caught him. And I was going to keep him.

Those scars, received in battle as a soldier, proved his bravery and honor. It was another example of him protecting others, the way he advocated for unheard groups and causes in his writing.

He's something else. Something dark and serious and solemn. His hands mesmerize me, so large and strong and yet careful. He's stone, rough-edged and impenetrable. And I am air, already blowing away.

The library was one of the few places approved by my mother. I must have read almost every book in that place, living a thousand lives on paper, traveling around the world in eighty days and through the looking glass.

I didn’t have a vocabulary for what he did to me, but then no one had been able to define the man himself. An enigma, an abomination, a wish on a star. He consumed me, and I drifted inside him, blissed out on the ride.

Giving head was a no-brainer for me. I loved cocks, the way they tasted and felt in my mouth. And just the invasion of it, the submission.

I was going to try lots of things. Maybe not sex, but there was more to do in the world than that, wasn’t there?

I knew I sounded like a moron, but I couldn’t help it. Alone in the world, it was nice to find common ground in even the smallest ways. “You

I’m not the kind of girl who needs gentle. You aren’t the only fucked-up person here, you know.” “You

The fact is, losing you would hurt ten times worse than having half my face blown off, but I’d keep going. I’d go on living because I don’t know any other way.” Her

I love your sweet voice. I want to hear everything you can tell me. But not right now. Now I need a good little whore to use. You can do that for me, can’t you?” He

That’s the thing about a knight whose armor shines, though. It’s never been in battle. Never been tested.

We’re all the epicenter of our own wars.

You don’t really know somebody if you don’t know their name, right

We don’t have anything between us. Not promises or nice words. This is all we have. The naked truth

He is his own planet, terrain to be explored, mountains to climb and oceans to drown in.

I think of Peter Pan flying off into Neverland, taking Wendy with him. I think of sword fights and fairies. That's how it feels in the clearing—like magic.

But sometimes we do sick and twisted things for the people we love.

Myths can tell you about the people who make them, who believe them, but it’s the truth that matters.

You want to be fucked. That’s why you came here. Say it.

The heart is the cruelest enemy of all.

I spent so long thinking about defeating the Minotaur that I didn’t consider he might just let me go. I didn’t consider that I would have liked to stay.

Growing up isn’t about learning something new. It’s about unlearning the fairy tales you believe as a child.

Both of us tend our families like they’re terrariums, ecosystems that only exist because we’re keeping them together.

I wanted to touch you since I first saw you walk onto the stage. Whether I have to pay or not, whether you return the favor or not, I don’t give a fuck. I’m going to finger this pretty cunt until you gush all over my hand. I’m going to keep going until you’re slick with it, until my jeans are damp with you, until the scent of your sex is in the air.

His arms come around me, holding me in. They feel unbreakable. They are castle walls, his arms. They are a drawbridge rolled up and a moat. They keep everyone out. Only with him do I feel completely safe. Maybe I’d always known how much he’d do for me. He’d fight for me. He’d die for me

When I think about dying, I think about not seeing Grayson anymore. Like I’ve just crossed a border into a country that’s somehow magical and dark and amazing, and I don’t want to miss it now. I don’t want to lose my connection to Grayson.

I closed my lips around his thumb and sucked, swirling my tongue around the tip and across the pad. He groaned. “Your mouth feels so good. I can’t wait to fill it with my c*ck.” My breath caught. “Dirty talk?” I managed. “That’s new.” “Yes, well, I’m full of surprises.

Neither my mother nor I had acknowledged it at breakfast, as if even the mention of passing time would crack the fragile votive that ensconced us. And now, I would shatter it.

he questioned the wisdom of choosing a place where the windchill sucked his dick into his body and dried out his balls.

And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom. –Anaïs Nin

A slightly perverted adventure of questionable consent, but beggars like me couldn't be choosers.

The whole world had turned against him and in a way, he had cracked. He wasn’t entirely right in the head.

Sometimes I think history isn’t really what happened. It’s how you look at it.” I

No fear. That’s what I’d been looking for, and I’d found it. “Well,

You were a priest. Of all people, you understand forgiveness.” Something

Don’t you see? I can’t ever be normal again. Never be the kind of man who can give you a real home—” “I

Do I think love is enough? It’s the only thing at all.

Pain sounded the same, all ages and races.

The thing about whores is that you don’t want to break them. Then they are worthless. You want to keep them hoping, as if one day they might escape.

The better question was, what was holding us prisoners?

I didn’t know how to be what society wanted from me. I couldn’t change myself, not even for him. He

Reality was being alone and afraid. Reality was standing underneath a pounding spray of hot water but knowing I’d never really be clean. The

I want to fuck you so hard I’d bruise you. I want to make you bleed.” “Are you always such a romantic?

Would you rather I fuck a hundred other women the way I’m supposed to? Or would you rather I fuck one the way I want to?” I

Did normal people secretly yearn to be deviant? I didn’t know, but I could no longer pretend.

The only way you could hurt me is to leave.” He

You’re meat when I’ve been fucking starving my whole life, so fucking accept it. You’re mine. Mine. Got it?” I

Something far more intimate than sexual intercourse. We’d told each other the truth. Oh, it had been tentative and framed with doubt, but we’d done it.

You didn’t blame an animal for biting you. A monster only knew how to scare.

It felt like dying, but the part that really hurt the most was coming back to life.

Because I can,” he said simply. “I don’t need another reason.” It

Sometimes you could take comfort in a lie. You could nurture it and hold it close to your heart. Right up until it turned on you.

Are you going to rape me?” “No. Not until you ask me to.” Then

Truth is, I never planned to live very long. In this job, there’s always a bullet out there with my name on it.” I

They knew there was no innocence left to corrupt—just a hollowed out space where my soul should have been. I

While other children had backed away from white vans, I’d looked at them with longing. I wanted to be special enough to be taken. I wanted to matter that much. “Just

Psychologists were such voyeurs. They got off on true-life confessions, and then expected us to trust them. Not likely. Grabbing

I learned an important lesson then: criminals always make a mistake. Always. If

I don’t even have enough scoffs to scoff properly at that.

Fuck me like you’re mad at me.

Control isn’t kink, darling. It’s a way of life.

All you have to give them is your body. Your mind, your soul—that’s your leverage.

My dream wasn’t to be a princess in a castle. I wanted to be Persephone, claimed by the god of the underworld. Except that was the thing about getting captured; it wasn’t up to me. I

But one thing I’d figured out about labels early on: naming something didn’t actually help you fix it. That was really all psychology was. It catalogued mental diseases, made neat little charts with symptoms and checkboxes. It couldn’t cure a damn thing—least of all me. Lance

He wasn’t an animal. He was the most intelligent, complicated person I’d ever met. He may not be good or virtuous, but he was human, flawed and powerful. And I cried because he needed me too.

My heart clenched at the show of protectiveness, of possession. What would it feel like to have someone love you like that? To have them know all your worst secrets and want you anyway? “We’re

And I chose you. I had been wrong before. It was romantic, what he said, what he did. Even while he hurt me, I had his full focus, his complete attention. His care, like worship. His love, an obsession.

I’d kept my horrible desires hidden from everyone. Even myself. Never admitting, even to myself, that I wanted someone to hit me, stalk me, rape me. I’d never secretly wished the sweet guy I was dating would turn into a raving psycho behind closed doors and make me do things I didn’t want. That was crazy. You’re

He didn’t have to show me that side of him. He could have dated me as himself, had sex with me as himself. He even could have whipped me as himself, if he’d just told me he was into that BDSM shit. I would’ve done it. But

Tell me what you need,” he says, grave and sure. There’s only one answer I can give, only one thing a pawn truly wants. And that’s all I’ve ever been. To my father. To Gabriel. The whole world sees me as a piece to be played. And I can never really be safe as long as I’m being moved around the board against my will. “Set me free,” I whisper. His

Fall in love with you? How could I fall in love with you when I loved you with every breath, every heartbeat, every lash of the fucking whip? When you invaded my dreams, my hallucinations. I can’t stop loving you, bella. I’ve tried. God help me, I’ve tried.

But I didn’t hold up my end of the bargain.” He takes another drink. It looks so natural when he does it. “What bargain?” “To do bad things,” I say seriously. When your life is as controlled as mine, you need to plan these things. Tonight is supposed to be the night.

She deserved to be cherished, but all he could think was to hold her down and fuck her. She deserved to be worshipped, but he imagined his every sinful dream upon her body. Most of all, she deserved a better a man, one whole and unbroken, but he would never let her go.

I turned in his arms, blindly, gladly. God. All I’d ever wanted was someone to keep me. To want me, even knowing my faults. Like everything I’d ever sought out myself, with peeling paint and uneven edges and a tendency to fall apart. All I’d ever wanted was to be loved. I

When you really think about protection, what it means, it’s a cruel thing to accept. If he is my shelter in the storm, then he is the one battered by wind and lightning. He is the one taking away my pain. I’ve never wanted to let him do that. It hurts him that I don’t let him do that.

And now? Because I’d been hurt, beaten. Normal men didn’t want to fuck a woman like that. I was too broken for rough sex, wasn’t I? If anything, they could make love or cuddle or… No. I didn’t want some diluted version of him. I might be broken, but that didn’t mean I wanted him to hide the worst of him. I craved the worst of him. “Please,

My heart clenched. I hated him for what he did. But I loved him as my friend, the one who’d hung out every afternoon and made me smile when my dad hadn’t been back in months. Most of all, I understood him—more than I wanted to. I knew what went on at his house, even if he’d never actually told me. We were all broken, and we turned on each other with our fear and our fists. It was a cold way to live. A familiar one.