Shayla Black > Quotes

“If you were expecting Prince Charming, I'm sorry. He's with his boyfriend.”
― Shayla Black, Wicked Ties

“Watch that mouth, cher. I own a ball gag. I know how to use it, he growled.”
― Shayla Black, Wicked Ties

“She frowned. “I did nothing to arouse you.”
He clenched his jaw, his stare growing more aggressive. “You breathed.”
― Shayla Black, Possess Me at Midnight

“It’s just...” She scrubbed a hand across her face. “I keep looking for someone to share life with, someone patient. Not afraid of a mop or use the stove. Even-tempered, understanding, not allergic to emotion.” She closed her eyes momentarily. “Someone sweet.”
Hunter stifled a grimace. She was describing a female with a penis.”
― Shayla Black, Surrender to Me

“Just because you don't believe me doesn't make me a liar.”
― Shayla Black

“Sometimes, life just sucked.
"Bite me," she muttered.
"Okay, where?" Deke asked, then went on. "Never mind. I've got some enticing ideas of my own.”
― Shayla Black, Decadent

“You know how people are, always wanting the one thing they can't have.”
― Shayla Black, Decadent

“Here's the deal. You eat some lunch, at least something light that will help you keep your energy up, then we'll talk."

"About what? We've already conversed today-twice-in the language you're fluent in: Fuckese."

Deke fought a smile. "You probably meant that as a slur, but somehow I'm complemented."

"You would be," she muttered.”
― Shayla Black, Decadent

“Fuck!” he snarled.

He tilted her up again, her legs now resting on his shoulders, and positioned himself and began to push.

Into her back entrance.

Kimber drew in a great, shocked gasp, her hazel eyes wide. “Deke?”

“What the hell are you doing?” Luc barked.

Tensing a little more with every inch he pushed inside Kimber’s tight passage, the tendons on his neck standing out, the muscles in his arms shaking, assailed by the amazing sensations of being slowly enveloped by her tight, ready flesh, Deke could barely form a word. “Fucking her ass. Saving her life.”
― Shayla Black, Decadent

“It's that...what I want isn't what I need.”
― Shayla Black, Delicious

“One-way ticket to Las Vegas: three hundred fifty dollars. A week's stay at the
Bellagio while he convinced Nicki to give him this crazy job: eighteen hundred dollars.
Cost of pizza to bribe his way into her apartment: fifteen bucks. Seeing her reaction to his
claim that she didn't particularly affect him sexually: absolutely priceless.”
― Shayla Black, Strip Search

“I do care, goddamn it! Have you been listening? I. Love. You. I never really knew what that meant until you.”
― Shayla Black

“Stay where I can taste you. Take the pleasure I give you.”
― Shayla Black, Decadent

“He just wasn't good at being a cross between a teddy bear and just a friend.”
― Shayla Black, Decadent

“Eat anything before you started drinking?" Xander asked.
"Fuck off."
"I can tell that vodka is helping you make great decisions."
Javier glared. "Fuck off."
"Has your vocabulary been reduced to two words now?"
"No. Please fuck off.”
― Shayla Black, Ours to Love

“You haven't touched me, and I'm already unfocused.:”
― Shayla Black, Delicious

“What I want, isn't what I need...”
― Shayla Black, Delicious

“God, listen to him. Fucking pathetic, going on about the girl like he was Keats or something.”
― Shayla Black, Decadent

“He was clearly used to sucking in the universe, examining it, then bending it to his will.”
― Shayla Black, Surrender to Me

“I’ve been kissed Slade. I’m a virgin, not a nun.”
― Shayla Black, Their Virgin Captive

“Familiar words chanted through his mind, demanding he speak them. He tried to bite his tongue. Now was hardly the time, and she'd likely laugh. Once spoken, the words would bind him to her for the rest of his life, even if she refused him, which was likely. And once she did, he could never touch another... not that he'd want to, since he hadn't almost from the moment he clapped eyes on her. Unless... what if she spoke the Binding?
Whatever she decided, the Mating Call was forever.
Despite that, he could not stop. "Become a part of me, as I become a part of you. And ever after—"
"Oh my God." She gasped. "Ice, I—"
"I promise myself to thee."
Sabelle might not want him to finish this Call, and saying it might doom him, but the taste of her still rolled around on his tongue like ambrosia. Instinct reeled, roared. No way would she stop him from trying to stake his claim and make her his.
"Ice," she implored. "My brother—"
"Is not involved here." He felt his eyes burning into her. "This is between you and me."
"But... I—I don't... He won't approve."
Bram wouldn't. That went without question. And right now, he could give a shit. But he noticed that she hadn't said she didn't want him. "What do you want? Because I know I want you, princess. Any and every way you'll let me have you."
God, her lips were right beneath his, and he needed another taste of her so badly, every cell in his body craved it. Damning caution, he layered his mouth over hers again. She was like sinking into sugar, sweet, light, tempting... addictive. He nibbled at her lips, then prowled deeper, engaging her tongue. Then deeper still, consuming as much of her as he could with a single taste. Again, the urge to claim, to mate, scraped down his instincts, clear, loud, strong. He lifted his mouth, panting over her lips. "Each day we share, I shall be honest, good and true. If this you seek, heed my call. From—"
"Stop!" She grabbed him by the sleeves of his robe. "Ice, think. If you say the rest, it's done. Even if I refuse, as long as I live, you'll be bound to me."
"I want nothing else." He stared deep into her eyes, as a feeling of rightness, inevitability settled into his gut. "From this moment on, there is no other for me but you.”
― Shayla Black, Possess Me at Midnight

“His pretty face could not make up for the fact that he had the IQ of a dead houseplant and the emotional range of a frozen pea.”
― Shayla Black, Seduce Me in Shadow

“Do not be afraid to try. Do not be afraid to fail. Be afraid to simply exist never knowing either the high of success or the low of failure.”
― Shayla Black, Their Virgin Concubine

“Curiosity could be almost as powerful as desire.”
― Shayla Black, Wicked Ties

“You smell like happiness,”
― Shayla Black, Their Virgin Secretary

“She already has my heart. I would like for her to take my penis, too. Is that so much to ask?”
― Shayla Black, Their Virgin Secretary

“I want to be tangled up in all her strings.”
― Shayla Black, Their Virgin Secretary

“Dominance and submission can be a game or a way of life, depending on how seriously you play...the promise of pleasure can be every bit as arousing as the pleasure itself, maybe more." (Jack)”
― Shayla Black, Wicked Ties

“Picture the rest of your life without Del and give me a one word description of it.”
“I can’t decide between bleak or pathetic,” Tyler admitted finally. “There you go.”
― Shayla Black, Mine to Hold

“I got shot saving you. That should speak very clearly about my feelings. After all, I'll bear the scars of loving you for the rest of my life.”
― Shayla Black, Their Virgin Hostage