Dark Erotica Romance Quotes

“The only place the broken past has in our present, is the place we give it.”
― Lucian Bane, Beg For Mercy

“When he sees my pain, the old and new, he pushes me to give it to him. To give in to his need to consume all of it and make it his.”
― Willow Madison, We Were One Once

“I’m the answer to her pain. She’s my answer for the need for it.”
― Willow Madison, We Were One Once

“I’ve succumbed to the absolute power of the man that pulls, culls, calls my unwitting submission. And I’ve embraced the power of my submission to draw him in further, to have him kneeling and worshiping what he’s conquered. I’ve known surrender and strength with him. True freedom. And a hell of a lot of orgasms.”
― Willow Madison, We Were One Once

“The massage session ended with both of us soaked, covered in glittery dripping oil. I felt like a Greek salad sloppily drenched in extra virgin. But James was not going to stop. The kisses came thick and fast. And extra massages. “Lie back, wench,” he said.
I lay back and stared up at him and above his head at the striped white and blue awning, which was rippling under the pounding impact of the rain. I’d almost forgotten about the rain, though it was coming down heavier than ever, a glittering silver wall, just a few feet away from us.
James had decided that the most intimate p[art of my delicate self needed a delicate multi-facetted many-sided feathery back and forth up and down and sideways type of ecstatic slow-and-fast motion massage and which involved his index finger and his little finger and the palm of his hand and then his tongue, so and it began to build, and build …
“You are being quite intimate, Master,” I gulped, trying to put on a dignified face and control my panting, the deepening huski¬ness of my voice, and the flood of saliva that had filled my mouth and was dribbling out of one corner. I think, given the circum¬stances, that I did quite a good job.
“Really?” he glanced up at me, and then disappeared between my legs, back to work, his tongue darting, hither and thither, truly a busy little bee, harvesting honey here, there, and everywhere.
“Really …” I sobbed, in a choked desperate voice, “Very ex¬tremely intimate, oh, oh, oh ... Master, Master, Pity, Master …”
― Gwendoline Clermont, Gwendoline Goes To School

“I’ve never felt remorse before. It’s disgusting.”
― Willow Madison, We Were One Once

“He ate up her pain. She loved the darkness in his eyes, the pleasure he gave her, the way he stopped to watch when she whimpered and wriggled.”
― Cari Silverwood, Acquired Possession

“If this was Narnia, she wanted fawns and moralistic heroes who offered you cloaks and sips of warming beverages. Not leather cuffs threaded with steel.”
― Cari Silverwood, Acquired Possession

“Her legs might tremble but she’d said what she had to. Maybe because she knew this would get harder to do the longer she was here. Soon, if he had his way, and she was afraid he would, she would lose her courage. She would cherish this time –a memory of when she still had balls.”
― Cari Silverwood, Acquired Possession

“Mako raised his leg and planted his boot on her butt. Not too much pressure, just enough to let her feel the weight and maybe the grit on the sole, reminding her who had control.”
― Cari Silverwood, Acquired Possession

“A lot can happen in a heartbeat though. Even a really fast one. Lives crumble in a heartbeat. Promises are lost in a heartbeat.”
― Willow Madison, We Were One Once

“That's better, little bird," he speaks to me under his breath, and his words hit me harder than any whip of a belt could ever do.
Little bird.
Sam always used to call me that. My Sam, caring, protective, sweet Sam. Not this monster.”
― D.S. Wrights, Wake

“Fear, excitement, all rolled into one. Her monster was coming.”
― Cari Silverwood, Claimed Possession

“She sighed and leaned down, kissed my thigh, and then looked up, and put her arm around my shoulder, moving close, so our thighs and arms were touching. She put her finger to my lips. “Well, Gwendoline, my dear vampire-pale mistress-confessor, who wishes to possess my soul, the first confession is this: I love playing like this. Being your prisoner is exciting. Her voice had gone throaty, dreamy, and her fingers were playing in my stubble, caressing it, stroking it, my recently shaved skull.
We slid to the floor and rolled over. I pinned her down. I bit her left nipple, just a delicate nip and twist, and lingering lick and kiss. Remember! Leave no marks!
“Oh, Gwendoline, the silliest things arouse me,” she whispered, her teeth tugging my earlobe.
“Like what?” I slid off her body, and lay beside her, both of us now on our sides, face to face, only a few inches apart. “Like what?” I repeated, kissing her, and running my hand over the curve of her hip, and cupping her backside.
She took a deep breath. “Certain gestures you make drive me crazy.”
“Me?”
“Yes, like when you reach up to put the curls at the nape of your neck back in place, or when you just touch the nape of your neck. Or when you tilt your head down and look up from under your eye¬brows that are coal-black like arched arrows in flight. Or like the way your English accent in French is sometimes just a bit awkward, and I want to touch your lips and correct you by kissing you. And then – and this is unbearably beautiful – there’s the self-conscious way you sometimes walk, looking down as if abashed at the cobble¬stones just in front of your toes, as if you were self-conscious of your sexual vulnerability, as if you were shy, and retiring, a vestal virgin, a timid, self-conscious child. And then there’s the way your shoes are always so neat and impeccable, even when it is raining, or muddy. I want to get down on my knees and worship! Everything about you is neat and self-contained, and as if it had been just polished.”
― Gwendoline Clermont, Gwendoline Goes To School

“My painful memories sift through me like sand through stretched fingers. Only small pieces cling and stay around for me to keep, the rest just disappear. I know not where and I don’t”
― Willow Madison, We Were One Once

“I’d chained her up because I was angry. Everyone got angry at their partner at some point.”
― Cari Silverwood, Wolfe

“He knew that Arina didn't have underwear on and his eyes reminded her of it every second.”
― Tatiana Vedenska, Two Months and Three Days

“His hands worked magic but his heart was cold as ice.”
― Tatiana Vedenska, Two Months and Three Days

“He knew exactly what he wanted. He wanted to buy her for two months. He wanted her to have an orgasm on the plane, in full view of everyone.”
― Tatiana Vedenska, Two Months and Three Days

“Why did a submissive woman excite him so much?”
― Tatiana Vedenska, Two Months and Three Days

“She was submissive to him. She resigned herself to her fate and was waiting for him to tell her what to do next.”
― Tatiana Vedenska, Two Months and Three Days

“He wanted Arina This thought filled her body with happiness. She was crazy!”
― Tatiana Vedenska, Two Months and Three Days

“The most difficult part was to suppress the fear growing somewhere in the depths of her soul.”
― Tatiana Vedenska, Two Months and Three Days