Sovereign Raya Morris Edwards Quotes

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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.

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.

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

Ride your man, little redbird,” I urge.

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.

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.

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

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 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.

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.

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

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.

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.

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.

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.

Fuck, darling, I could drink you neat,

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

Something good is coming. And so is something cataclysmic.

She tastes like sweet lightning.

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

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

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

She lit a fire in me. My heart was nothing but an empty hearth, and no matter how hard I struck the tinder and fanned the flames, it was always so cold until I laid eyes on her.

I hate him. I love him. I want to kill him. I want to be his forever.

If you were a good man you’d offer me protection for free,” she whispers. “Who told you I was good?

Who did this to you?” I ask, keeping my voice tempered.

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

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His eyes flash. “You’ll learn how to behave,” he says, not unkindly. “Tonight, if you are good for the rest of the day, I’ll let you come as many times as you want.

Tonight is the first night of the rest of my life with her. She doesn’t know it, but this is a consummation.

I have to go home. Aiden will wonder where I went.

You have calluses,” he says. “You shouldn’t have to work.” “Why?” I frown. He cocks his head. “You’re too pretty to be anything but a plaything.

Deacon says he’d make a good hunting dog when fall comes around. Stu thinks that’s too much work, I can tell.

But as I've aged, I've learned that love is more like the deep parts of the forest: earthy, long lasting, less like fire and more like the far-reaching toots of old growth pines.

You remember when you danced with me in this kitchen?" she asks. "I remember everything," I say. "Except the parts where you were behaving badly," she teases. I rub my neck, shrugging. "Yeah, I do not recall misbehaving at any point.

Like he's seen it all. Death, taxes, and everything in between.

What's her name?" "She doesn't have one." Why am I not surprised? This is the man who came up with Big Dog and Small Dog. He'd probably call himself Tall Man With Hat if he could.

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

Nothing can express what I felt being so close but so far. I can fuck her body for hours, but I really want to fuck her soul.

I’d do a lot to be looked at like this forever.

He runs a hand over his face. “Fuck, girl, I could drink you neat.

She smells like my wife.

When did I get so bold?

I want to touch every place on your body that makes you feel good, darling.

I listen to every word she says. I get the feeling I’m the first man who has.

She is, without a doubt, the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. On screen, on page, in real life.

If I had my way, I’d cut out his tongue to keep her name from his mouth.

Right now, I’m reminded of a story about a woman who goes out into the wild to rescue her father and is snatched by a dark mountain spirit. She has to answer a riddle to get by his bridge, but in the end he lets her pass for a single kiss.

I have a few things to tie up tonight,” I say. “Then I’ll be back to tie you up.

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

You happy?” he asks, voice low.

We were meant to be like this, I feel it in my bones. I’m certain of one thing. This woman and I were made from the same kind of stardust.

I never doubted him. It’s such a good feeling to trust my husband.

I don’t smoke, but I need a cigarette after meeting Keira Garrison.

All I know is, I can’t be too much, too soon. But, God, I want to be. I want this woman with every fiber of my being.

Everyone can fuck off and leave me alone for one night of peace.

You don’t know my age either,” she says. I shake my head. Of course I do

She looks like a bird in a cage. A redbird with clipped wings.

I was born under this sky. Under the heavy net of diamond stars with the mountains standing like guardians around me. I’ll probably die here. What happens between now and then is a mystery.

Why am I not surprised? This is the man who came up with Big Dog and Small Dog. He’d probably call himself Tall Man With Hat if he could.

Tonight is the first night of the rest of my life with her. She doesn’t know it

because you’re my redbird,

Sign it

You’re too pretty to be anything but a plaything.

Most likely your husband was just bad at going down on women,” Gerard says. “Before we cross it off

All roads lead to Sovereign Mountain.

He’s fucking psychotic.

So I fall

Then she came

But I know I won’t do either of those things. Just as I knew I’d sleep with him without a contract

His hands are bloody so mine can be clean.

Fuck…you hit me,” I spit. “Don’t pretend you don’t like it,” she whispers. “Now get on Shadow. We’re going to the cabin.

I want to slap him across the face. Too bad it’ll just turn him on.