Adult Romance Quotes

“You were always mine. -Black”
― L.J. Shen, Vicious

“Callan stared at the door. Raw and razed and present. A crucial moment—when he wasn’t the one with his finger on the trigger.”
― J. Rose Black, Losing My Breath

“Callan sucked in a breath. As a sniper, he’d been trained by the Marines to know and recognize moments. 

Moments when all the training—his focused mind, muscle memory, weapon knowledge . . . 

When all the preparation—target reconnaissance, angle of attack, position scouting . . . 

When all the setup—hidden amid the terrain, barrel aimed, trajectory known . . . 

When everything came together in one crucial moment—when the sniper squeezed the trigger and took his shot.”
― J. Rose Black, Losing My Breath

“Every day is a battle. Still. She doesn’t need this…this mess. The nightmares. She doesn’t deserve what I’d put her through. And she probably wouldn’t stick around anyway. Who would?”
― J. Rose Black, Losing My Breath

“She made a face at him, and he could picture her, as a child princess—sticking her tongue out at a playmate in her princess castle. ”
― J. Rose Black, Losing My Breath

“Chase looked like a drowning man without a life preserver, and by the look in his eyes, he was going under for the third time.

“I knew you would be like the waters of the South Pacific Ocean.”

“I beg your pardon?”

“I liken people to different bodies of water,” he quickly explained.

“You what?”

“Each ocean has a different personality,” he said to clarify. “The Pacific Ocean is warmer and inviting, but the color is muddied in places. The Arctic Ocean is cold and very uninviting, one might even say that it is not very appealing, but it’s full of life. Then there is the South Pacific Ocean, warm, inviting, and crystal clear. It has this purity to it. Why, the coloring of the water is some of the brightest blue I’ve ever seen in my entire life. There are even places that you can see thirty meters down.”
― Diane Merrill Wigginton, A Compromising Position

“My panties were still on but he didn’t let that stop him, nosing them out of the way and tonguing my sex, making low, growling noises in his throat like a big cat purring with pleasure while it devoured its prey.”
― Emme Rollins, Dear Rockstar

“I don’t mind working, holding my ground intellectually, artistically; but as a woman, oh, God, as a woman I want to be dominated. I don’t mind being told to stand on my own feet, not to cling, be all that I am capable of doing, but I am going to be pursued, fucked, possessed by the will of a male at his time, his bidding.” …Anias Nin”
― Angelic Artiaga, SINFULLICIOUS

“Time is tick, tick, ticking away. How many souls will I capture today? Will they be a challenge or will they be given? Only time will tell as the clock keeps tick, tick, ticking. Your god has arrived with enough hatred for y’all, with enough evil for the big and small, so come one, come all. I will shred your souls and place them in my satchel, call you a settler and make you my peddler. Come one, come all, come stand behind your god. I will lead you into the darkness of Earth's end. Come one, come all, my wilted flowers, come claim your title, speak out and cheer it. Come one, come all, let’s have a ball, my wilted flowers . . . Sweet, Unconquerable Spirits.”
― A.K. Kuykendall, The Possession

“Through much resistance on my part, you made it easy, and it was so different from basic relationships or familial love. I didn’t know what it was about you that made things so peculiar. You talk about your scent fetish, but as it turned out, I was also addicted to yours.
It wasn’t a game for me, and I felt it much deeper than I can probably even describe in words—the combining of souls. If you weren’t around, I found myself missing you; I found myself needing you. My body, my mind, and my spirit need you.
I am the world’s biggest fool, the biggest pain in the ass, but I’m stupidly, unapologetically, and whole-heartedly in love with you. I’ve waited so long to tell you that."-Tara”
― RNA Author, Parasite

“She took the box; it was too heavy to be muffins or croissants, and the cardboard bottom was so warm, she felt the heat on her thighs through her sheets. She shot a puzzled glance at Gabe, who remained impishly silent, and pulled the cotton string. She opened it to reveal a fresh-baked whole pie, releasing a mouthwatering aroma of toasty, buttery pastry and a caramelized berry sweetness that was bubbling through the golden-brown crust in dark veins of sticky sugar.
Her stomach growled in response. "Do you have a knife? I'll cut you a slice."
Gabe produced two forks and handed her one. "Who needs slices anyway? This is just for us."
He stripped naked and jumped into bed, bouncing her as she giggled and kept the pie upright. They cozied up next to each other, sitting up against the headboard, and dug in, Gabe first. It felt sacrilegious to defile a pie this way. But it simply smelled too good to resist, and she too poked her fork in the center, shamelessly breaking the sparkly sugared crust and digging into the soft, steaming blueberry filling. Her fork was no match for this glorious pie, and each juicy bite sent a few blueberries tumbling like black pearls, dotting the box and bedsheets in royal purple. The sweet ink of a delicious memory that would excite Iris for years to come.”
― Francesca Serritella, Full Bloom

“Now I brushed a quick kiss over her ruby-colored mouth that tempted me beyond belief. "You should wear lipstick more often."
She snorted. "Why, because you like getting it all over your face?" She rubbed her thumb over my bottom lip and showed me the crimson stain she'd left behind.
"You can get all over my face anytime, darling."
Her cheeks blushed a lovely complementary shade of pink. "Promises, promises."
I grinned at her. "You know I'll keep them.”
― Sarah Chamberlain, Love Walked In

“I like impressing them. I like getting the praise, the industry approval."
Although this was absolutely not the time for it, Ellis couldn't help but imagine all the ways he could praise Rosemary.”
― Nadia El-Fassi, Love at First Fright

“She felt Ellis's eyes on her, scorching. "What do you like?"
Her heart was going to beat its way out of her chest; she could feel her pulse fluttering where he touched her.
"In, um, what context?"
Ellis leveled his hungry gaze at her. "You know what context."
Rosemary squeezed her thighs together, not that it helped. She was a goner.
"I like power play, you know, being submissive.”
― Nadia El-Fassi, Love at First Fright

“She felt desire slicking her, a deep emptiness in her core aching to be filled and filled again. To be used, praised, taken care of. To have someone see to her pleasure and to use her for their own. Could Ellis be that person? Could he... want her?”
― Nadia El-Fassi, Love at First Fright

“Ellis growled into her mouth, and she was lost. His mouth was reverent fire on hers, decadently soft but not gentle. There was nothing slow or careful or tentative about this kiss. His tongue was hot and slick, claiming her mouth, his grip on her neck firm and unyielding. It was everything.
He shifted against her again, brushing his cock against her and even through two layers of jeans, Rosemary could sense his size. Ellis kissed her like a man starved, like he couldn't get enough. His touch sent her into a frenzy and the only thing that could cure it was more. She reached for his belt buckle, but he stayed her hand.
"I thought you wanted...?" she asked through kiss-swollen lips.
"Oh, I do," he answered, voice all gravel. "I know how much you need it, too, don't you, love?" His grip on the back of her neck, her hips, became more possessive. Desire burned every inch of her skin.
"So much," she whimpered.”
― Nadia El-Fassi, Love at First Fright

“And I get to decide when you come." Ellis ground his cock against her core, knowing precisely what he was doing to her, knowing how the edges of an orgasm were already building. She was a bundle of nerves, ready to break. Ellis thrust hard against her once.
"Fuck!" Rosemary cried out, her orgasm so, so close. But then he pulled away. She contemplated begging.
"Does that all sound good to you, love?" Ellis asked, a boyish, mischievous, and all-too-smug expression on his face.
She nodded, even as she was slick with need.
"Good," Ellis smiled, before slanting his lips against hers once more.”
― Nadia El-Fassi, Love at First Fright

“Stand up for me, love," Ellis said. The tone of his voice... sultry, low, inviting.
She stood, feeling a touch self-conscious. Goose bumps traveled across her skin as she watched Ellis take her in before him.
"Come here," he said.
The need for him: his praise, his touch, his mouth on hers--- it was all-encompassing. She walked closer, stopping just before him.
Ellis's chest was heaving, as if this was torture for him, too, the moment before they came together, and the delicious knowing. The knowing that they would. That there was no turning back now.”
― Nadia El-Fassi, Love at First Fright

“She looped her fingers around his belt buckle, arching into him, grinding her pussy against the hard press of his erection.
"Fuck," Ellis moaned. Open my belt, love."
She did as she was told, relishing the command. Ellis pressed his forehead to hers, and they both looked down between the space between them, watching hungrily as Rosemary unbuckled Ellis's belt and unzipped his fly, pulling his cock free. It was heavy and thick in her hands, and Rosemary shivered with pleasure as she gave him a couple of short, firm strokes, Ellis biting his teeth down into her shoulder, punching his hips forwards automatically to meet her strokes.
"You're so good for me, Rosemary," he whispered in her ear.”
― Nadia El-Fassi, Love at First Fright

“You're fucking soaked, love."
"Sorry."
"Don't apologize. I love it. I love that I can do this to you." Ellis circled her clit with his fingers, his eyes on the road and right hand on the steering wheel.
"All this talk about kinks made you wet, didn't it, sweetheart? Imagining what I'm going to do to you?" His fingers dipped into the heat of her core as his thumbs continued to stroke her clit.
"Mmm, yes," she murmured, her head tipping back against the seat.
"You want to come for me, love?"
"Please."
Ellis fucked her with his hand, loving the deliciously filthy sound of it, until her body began to clench around him. Then he pulled his hand out, and sucked his fingers into his mouth, tasting her, like honey and sea salt.”
― Nadia El-Fassi, Love at First Fright

“Now," he huffed, the heat of his breath against her pussy near enough to drive her insane, "you're going to ride my face and you come." His hands gripped the backs of her thighs, cupping her ass firmly, bringing her down to him.
"What if I crush you?" she asked.
"You won't. There is nowhere else I would rather be right now, Rosemary." Ellis looked up at her from between her legs, his pupils blown wide, a grin on his face. Then he pulled her to him. The first suck of his mouth sent a jolt of pleasure right through her.
"Fuck," Rosemary hissed, as Ellis lapped at her centre, using his hands to move her, showing her how to grind against him.
She was shy at first, but that soon faded, with every firm lick on her cunt, every kiss Ellis planted on her clit. He seemed to be taking just as much pleasure from this as she did, groaning as she writhed against his lips. She loved watching him lose control; she wanted to be the one to elicit this reaction from him.
Rosemary let herself go, grinding into the heat of Ellis's mouth, seeing stars as the orgasm crashed through her.”
― Nadia El-Fassi, Love at First Fright

“She watched him with hungry eyes as he undressed, drinking in the salt-and-pepper hair of his chest and forearms, the deep V of muscle that led down to those powerful thighs. There was nothing Hollywood, nothing prim and polished about the man who stood half-naked before her now. He was built like a rugby player, tall and thick.
Ellis scooped her up into a high kneeling position, and kissed her. It was decadent, kissing like this. And surprisingly rare.”
― Nadia El-Fassi, Love at First Fright

“And he buried his cock inside her, right up to the hilt. Rosemary cried out, the pleasure of every inch of her filled by Ellis's size was almost too much.
"Fuck." Ellis hissed and drove into her again hard, his free hand circling her clit. "You're taking me so beautifully," he praised her, thrusting deep, again and again, building Rosemary up until she was shaking, twisting, no longer in control of her limbs or her speech, crying out as she clenched and came. She heard Ellis whispering, "Like that, good girl, come for me," and felt the roughness of his stubble as he pressed hot, open-mouthed kisses to the breasts, and the wave brought her down.
"You're so beautiful," Ellis said, looking down at Rosemary. Her brain warped at how he could say something so lovely, so endearingly romantic, yet continue to buck his hips, his cock driving into her.
"So are you." She reached up to run a finger through his dark hair, tracing the silver scar on his forehead. She was learning what Ellis liked, and when she scratched the nape of his neck with her nails, he bucked suddenly, fucking her faster.”
― Nadia El-Fassi, Love at First Fright

“She'd give him what he needed. Her limbs were jelly as Ellis pivoted her on the bed, looping her thighs over his so she could ride him.
"Good girl, ride it, ride my cock," he growled out, his hips punching to meet hers. She wound her arms around his neck, their panting breaths mingling, their bodies as close as possible. The only time Ellis's mouth left hers was when he bent down to suck her nipples, twirling his tongue around them until Rosemary felt the heat building in her core again. She was helpless to avoid it, this onslaught of pleasure. Her thoughts ebbed away, and she wasn't;t sure if she was moaning or whispering or screaming Ellis's name. Every touch rippled into a wave of pleasure, every vicious jerk of his cock inside her, every stroke of his fingers circling her clit had her floating away. It was heady, dizzying. She let herself go, knowing that she was safe, knowing that when this was all over, Ellis would bring her back down to Earth.”
― Nadia El-Fassi, Love at First Fright

“In the moonlight her skin looked like a living painting, and he wanted to give her all the pleasure he could. His mind went blank at the sight of Rosemary beneath him, her hair messy, her cheeks flushed, lips swollen from kisses and the look of utter need in her eyes.
It was the kind of thing that you remembered right at the end of it all: proof that you'd lived a life worth living. He buried himself deep into her. His body was made for it, for her.”
― Nadia El-Fassi, Love at First Fright

“Why do I feel like you've installed some kind of sex dungeon?" Rosemary deadpanned.
"No sex dungeon, but hey---" Ellis wagged his eyebrows--- "there's a couple of spare bedrooms upstairs that could do with a makeover.”
― Nadia El-Fassi, Love at First Fright

“What's over there?" Rosemary pointed at a wooden archway entangled with vines.
"The loveseat area. Very hidden from view."
"Let me guess..."
"Yes, I will be fucking you there, too. As a matter of fact..."
During the next fifteen minutes, Rosemary didn't feel the cold, and her appreciation for Ellis's large garden and high evergreen walls tripled.”
― Nadia El-Fassi, Love at First Fright

“I choose a long, flat stone from the pile and wedge it carefully between two larger stones in the wall. It's a good fit, I note with satisfaction.
"You've always been good at that, making something out of very little," Nicolo responds, and there's a fondness and admiration in his gaze that surprises me. He sees something in me I forgot was even there.”
― Rachel Linden, The Secret of Orange Blossom Cake

“In one way it feels like it has always felt between us, friendship and desire and his sweet care. On the other hand, we are not fifteen anymore, and these are very tiny swimsuits we are wearing. Just a little spandex on his lower half and about three triangles of bright red fabric covering my body.”
― Rachel Linden, The Secret of Orange Blossom Cake

“I'm standing so close I can smell him, something familiar in the warmth of his skin--- the faintest whiff of his cologne with traces of warm amber and woody, resinous cedar and an underlying herbaceous, peppery note of olive oil that seems to be a part of his essence. I lean closer, my nose brushing his skin, and he pulls back enough to look at me incredulously. "Are you sniffing me?"
I giggle, half-embarrassed at being caught out. "Sorry, you smell delicious," I tell him a little flirtatiously.
"Oh, do I?" He watches me, intrigued. "What do I smell like?"
"Like warm honey and the sticky sap of a cedar tree.”
― Rachel Linden, The Secret of Orange Blossom Cake