Sovereign Raya Morris Edwards Quotes

This woman and I were made from the same kind of stardust.

If I’m heartless, then why does the thought of losing you feel worse than death?

My scars aren’t thick enough to protect me when it comes to you.

What is it they say? Save a horse, ride a cowboy?” I can’t keep back my smile. My hand cracks across her ass and she clenches around my cock. Tight, hot muscles working me from base to tip. She grips my shoulder and braces herself, grinding those pretty hips hard. Like she’s starving.

Ride your man, little redbird,” I urge.

That’s right, redbird,” I pant. “You fucking come all over this cock.

I’ll give you everything, redbird. You deserve to have the world at your feet.

There’s no place in this world I’d rather be than in her arms.

I can’t get you pregnant tonight, redbird, but let’s practice

I love that she’s soft and her tears flow easily. All the cruelty she endured didn’t scar her the way it did me. She still feels everything to the fullest.

This time, when I kiss her like it’s the first and last time our mouths have touched. If I had the words, I’d tell her that she’s the only cure I need for all the numbness in my heart. But I’m not good with words. So I let my body do the talking. And I think she knows.

Revenge belongs to God,” she whispers. “But sometimes, God is just a man who loves you enough to save you.

She tastes like sweet lightning.

Something good is coming. And so is something cataclysmic.

Grief isn’t stupid, redbird. The way you grieve doesn’t have to make sense to anyone else.

He’s gentle when he chooses to be and when he doesn’t, it’s the sweetest storm.

let me love you, let me be your man, let me make you the mother of my children. Take my name and the land that I love.

I’ve lost everything, but I can’t lose you.

I know she’s trying to get me to take her seriously, but all I can think about it how much I fucking love this woman.

You’re an asshole,” she grumbles. “Hmm,” I muse. “Tell me that again.

I’ll hurt you, but only if I can put you back together,

What the fuck does he have down there? A battering ram?

Put my hat between your teeth, girl,” I order. “And crawl to me on your hands and knees.

I will fuck your dead husband’s name out of your mouth,” he says. “Then I’ll decide what I want in its place.

She could ask me for the moon, and I’d drag it down for her.

I’m not the woman I was a month ago, and I never will be again. He made sure of that. I sank my teeth into the forbidden fruit. Now, I’m out of the garden, and I left with the snake. But I know what it feels like to be alive.

She tastes like sweet lightning. Like she’s going to fuck me up, good and hard, and I’ll just keep drinking because she’s so good.

He hurts me, fills every part of me to the brim, but he feels like being alive. If he breaks me in the process, I’m happy to be broken.

Her heat and sweetness ate up all the dead parts of me, leaving me charred, but ready for new growth. Now she’s the most peaceful wildfire I’ve ever known.

His hands are bloody so mine can be clean. And that’s enough for me to choose him.

The room is permeated with the scent of metal and summertime honeysuckle. I’ll remember it as long as I live. It smells like the day Diane Carter became mine.

Fuck, darling, I could drink you neat,

Mrs. Garrison, I could bend you over this desk and fuck you with your husband watching and he wouldn’t say a goddamn word.

Fall for me, redbird,” I breathe. “I’ll catch you.

Redbird,” he says. “My scars aren’t thick enough to protect me when it comes to you.

Do you love me?” I whisper, just wanting to hear it in his words. His lids are heavy. “I love you, redbird.” We kiss, our breath clashing. When I pull back, I hear him groan. “Now fuck me like you hate me,” I beg.

will fuck your dead husband’s name out of your mouth,” he says. “Then I’ll decide what I want in its place.

That’s what I need. To be loved so hard it hurts.

Something about this girl has split fractures through my rock solid world.