Dominant Female Quotes

“Grabbing a fistful of hair at the back of his head, not too rough but no too soft either, smiling to myself and pulling him close, I lean in and touch the tip of his nose with mine. It was a test.”
― Luna. J, God Bless You Devil Kiss You

“Her delicate, nimble fingers stroked across his stomach muscles. He sucked in a breath, words deserting him. She pushed his shirt up his chest, her hands immediately going back to sweeping across his stomach, sending heat streaking through him.
"Ooh, someone's been working out. You feel so good," she murmured. "I bet you taste even better."
"Sloane." Instead of the semi-warning tone he was going for, his voice broke off in a quiver as she lowered her mouth.
The first touch of her lips on his abdomen sent his pulse skyrocketing. "I was right. You taste so good." She lifted her glittering eyes. "Let me play."
This was her party. She was feeling good. He wanted to flip their bodies and taste every inch of her body, but she wanted this. And he wanted whatever she wanted. He nodded, since talking was beyond him at the moment. He sat up to whip his shirt over his head, then returned to his prone position. He was immediately rewarded with her mouth on his neck.
"You have the best Adam's apple," she murmured. "I've lusted after it for over a decade."
His laughter turned into a moan when her lips and hands continued exploring. "The veins in your forearms turn me on," she whispered. "I command you to wear dress shirts every day and then as soon as you see me, roll up your sleeves very slowly, so I can lust after them in public."
"Got it.”
― Jamie Wesley, A Legend in the Baking

“Bryson bucked under her, not in pain but from pleasure. The painting of the angel and demon entered her mind. The angel’s robes billowing like a river caught in an unexpected storm, twisting with the invisible currents. The demon was so close to wrapping its arms around the angel. Its murky outline cursed to—forever—be reaching. An infinity of failures, a lifetime of coming up short. Adria stood tall, feeling the power beneath her. The wind hit her face as the two of them fell together. He wasn’t a demon, and she was no angel—but they were two broken people, falling together. Doubling over, the orgasm continued building. Tightening within her until it rocketed into her. Through her. Pressing into all sides. Her entire body cried out. Bryson moaned into the room, and the two of them settled into perfect stillness, except for the sound of their breathing.

This part of the book i found to be incredibly hot, panties wet, needed to change after that scene. I didn't think I would like it as much as I did but ”
― MZ Rylan, Bound by Her

“No. Not you. But if you're bothered, remind me when I get back - we can talk about your initiation. I like the idea of you kneeling at my feet.”
― Ellen Connor, Midnight