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?'.

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

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

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.

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

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

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.

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?

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.

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

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.

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.

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

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.

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.

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.

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

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

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 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.

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

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

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

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

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.

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

We’re all the epicenter of our own wars.

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

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

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

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

What game do you play?” He smiles. “I play all of them, baby. I want to know which one you like.

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.

It’s not right.” ... “Then be wrong with me.

Did you ever want me?” she asks. “Really want me?” … “Yes, I want you,” I say, my voice hard. “Not, that doesn’t even begin to describe…I need you. I crave you.

When I was twelve years old he saved me, and I have belonged to him ever since … Maybe I need to save him back for him to belong to me, too.

Are you happy now?” I growl against her throat. “Knowing I broke every rule for you. Knowing I’d do it again. I love you, Samantha, and I hate you for it.

She couldn’t have known love without heartache. He couldn’t have found solace without pain.

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

Fuck me like you’re mad at me.

really do need to be high for this. “But if I’m going to do this, you guys have to, too. There must be someone you should cut out of your lives.

I’m not trying to get out. I’m trying to stay in.

The queen has freedom the king does not. She decides her own fate.

There’s only one thing I’m going to call you. Mine.” The possession in his voice makes me shiver. “Never.

the human body has more needs than just water and food. It needs companionship,

That’s what nature does. It puts beauty in unexpected places,

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

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

We're a long way from the man who told me about poetry and childhood dreams, but I can't forget that he did. He's the same man, light and dark, petal and thorn.

I know now that we aren’t safe here. We won’t be safe anywhere. Not without money.

Make me bleed. Make me cry. I’d despise him in pure righteous fury. It’s the kindness I can’t trust.

Yes, little virgin. Will you undress for me? Will you open your legs? Let me fuck you until you bleed like a goddamn martyr?

But a beautiful body isn’t enough. You need to know how to use it.

How will I go on after this, knowing that I sold my soul to the devil?

I shouldn’t care about him, shouldn’t love what he does to me. That’s how he’s broken me. So much worse than the ripping agony in my body.

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.

I can’t afford to feel sorry for myself. I can’t afford to break down, not when I don’t know if I’d be able to put myself back together again. “I’m fine,” I assure him.

They can want me, they can fuck me. But they don’t love me.

I’m interested in the truth, but the stories tell us so much about the people throughout history as well.

My dream wasn’t to be a princess in a castle. I wanted to be Persephone, claimed by the god of the underworld.

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

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

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

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

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

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. Love is losing a vital organ to a man who will never give his in return.

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

I'm afraid of the wind, afraid of its force, but what I didn't realize is that the greater danger lay ahead of me. Kip is my cliff. Every gust of wind pushes me closer. It's only a matter of time before I fall.

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

Oh, little virgin. I love you with every cold bone in my body. I love you with every dark thought, every violent impulse. I love you enough to leave the walls I’ve carefully built, the iron bars I refined, the castle I made.” “I

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.