J.H. Spade > Quotes

“I am fortified, walking a little bit straighter than before. I get a rise out of watching him yearn for me even when I’m about to take his life, because unfortunately for him . . . I’m not the same girl he used to know”
― J.H. Spade, Primeval Sacrifice

“My shriek was hidden by the cries of the vultures who had been waiting unnoticed in the trees until this very moment, but now they looked as if they’d conspired against me and held out just long enough for me to pull the thin paper from her hand.”
― J.H. Spade, Primeval Sacrifice

“Upon seeing Emma, he realized the small child was his future mate. From that moment on, no one could tear him from their kingdom. He became their most vigilant protector, seducing Emma’s mother, so that he may always remain near his mate and one day, steal Emma away. Aurora believed it was all because he fell in love with her, but it couldn’t have been further from the truth.”
― J.H. Spade, Primeval Sacrifice

“I feel the bite of his fingers when he cups my chin, “Don’t tempt me with your words.”
― J.H. Spade, Primeval Sacrifice

“guarded by me while we were within the walls of her mother’s empire. I was her shadow, positioned by Queen Aurora, into her personal guard.”
― J.H. Spade, Primeval Sacrifice

“My skin is unbearably tight, making me want to crawl out of it as I become the buffer between them.”
― J.H. Spade, Primeval Sacrifice

“Looking at the large birds and trying to decide on what to do was when I first felt the bite of the scorpion that had been freed from the forgotten parchment I still gripped. I staggered as it climbed over my hand where it first struck to find it was making its scurried climb to my shoulder and neck. Thrashing my arms to get the scorpion off of me, my feet dragged as I stepped further away from the portal. On shaking legs, I lost my balance when the scorpion struck a second time at my neck, and I stumbled to the ground.”
― J.H. Spade, Primeval Sacrifice

“I come hard, shouting Marcus’s name in a burst of flames with his tongue diving in deep, buried inside my pussy, his heaving breaths growing and making me scream in delight, thick tongue pulling tremors from deep inside.”
― J.H. Spade, Primeval Sacrifice

“I still don’t know why I blame him. It could be for abducting me the night Eros was to propose and showing me a love so different from the toxic one I had with Eros.”
― J.H. Spade, Primeval Sacrifice

“Marcus’s fangs lower as he hisses a warning to his brother, “I’ll slit your defiling throat for this.” “No, you won’t. Not while I hold complete control of your minds. Especially, not while you stand here, after I’ve allowed you to taste her and stand protecting her from me.”
― J.H. Spade, Primeval Sacrifice

“His backhand leaves a painful slice on my bottom lip when he pulls on the whip that has me falling against him. “I stayed my hand, Emma.” He leans forward, speaking softly into my broken mouth. My hands fall between us as I try to push off of him. He weighs in on my body, keeping me trapped against him. “Should I thank you?” I ask, breathing icicles of bitterness on his lips.”
― J.H. Spade, Primeval Sacrifice

“After some time, my eyelids have gone heavy, and I forget why I must fight when Eros’s breaths brush softly, painting my skin with sin, leaving heat to bloom in my core.”
― J.H. Spade, Primeval Sacrifice

“You do remember how often you sought me out after your first initiation with the whip and how it made your body crave me?”
― J.H. Spade, Primeval Sacrifice

“The girl slips from Eros’s hands and leathered thighs, rolling off the stone steps to land among the other bodies with her lifeless glassy eyes looking up at me. I can still hear her echoing heartbeats slow and the crack her neck gave when she tumbled down the steps.”
― J.H. Spade, Primeval Sacrifice

“I’m placing my mind in chains, so I don't go after my brother because then he would know the object of my true desire.”
― J.H. Spade, Primeval Sacrifice

“feasting over a woman’s neck, I all about come crawling out of my skin. I recognize her immediately as my night servant. It is not his looks that have me reacting this way . . . no, it’s the bodies and the stricken expression of horror on their twisted faces.”
― J.H. Spade, Primeval Sacrifice

“When I find her, she’ll just have to understand there will be no going back to him. I’m going to reclaim what's mine.”
― J.H. Spade, Primeval Sacrifice