Post Coital Quotes

“Sleep, my love," He whispered, smoothing her long hair, lifting the damp locks away from the back of her neck. "I'll be here to watch over you."

"You sleep too," she said groggily, her hand creeping to the center of his chest.

"No." McKenna smiled and pressed a soft kiss against her temple. His voice was husky with wonder. "Not when staying awake is better than anything I could find in a dream.”
― Lisa Kleypas, Again the Magic

“Stay with me.'

A shudder rocked through him, but he only smiled as he tucked her into his side.

And warm and safe and home at last in Cassian's arms, Nesta slept.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A ​Court of Silver Flames

“You're all right?' he asks, brushing my hair back from my face.

'I'm great. You're great. That was...'

'Great?' he supplies.

'Exactly.

'I was going to use the word "explosive", but I think "great" covers it.' His fingers tangle in my hair. 'I fucking love your hair. If you ever want to bring me to my knees or win an argument, just let it down. I'll get the point.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“Did I...'

'Ser the curtains on fire?' He lifts a brow. 'Yes.'

'Oh.' I can't find it in me to be embarrassed, so I brush the backs of my fingers across the stubble along his jaw. 'And you put it out.'

'Yes. Right before I destroyed your throwing target.' He grimaces. 'I'll get you a new one.'

I glance over at the armoire. 'And we...'

'Yep.' He lifts his brows. 'and I'm pretty sure you need a new chair, too.'

'That was...' I didn't even get the man's pants entirely off, and my dressing gown is haphazardly hanging from one shoulder.

'Frighteningly perfect.' He cups the side of my face. ' We should get you cleaned up and to sleep. We can worry about... your room tomorrow. Ironically, your bed is the only thing we didn't wreck.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“Feeling a little calmer?” she asked, leaning against the desk again.

Dax snorted. “Mellow as anything. I’m ready to curl up and take a nap now. Don’t mind if I purr.”
― Katherine McIntyre, Forged Alliances

“But there was only her. Only this female in his arms.

And the only name he could remember was hers.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A ​Court of Silver Flames

“Good morning.'

Cassian's fingers idly smoothed her hair. 'Good morning to you, too.' He glanced toward the mantel- the small wooden clock in its centre, then lurched up. 'Shit.'

Nesta frowned. 'You have somewhere to be?' He was already hopping into his pants, scanning the floor for the rest of his clothes. Nesta silently pointed to the other side of the bed, where his shirt lay atop her dress.

'Snowball fight. I'll be late.'

Nesta had to unload every word of his statement. But she could only ask. 'What?'

'Annual tradition, with Rhys and Az. We go up tot he mountain cabin- remind me to take you there one day- and... Well, it's a long story, but we've done it pretty much every year for centuries, and I haven't won in years. If I don't win this year, I will never hear the end of it.' All of this was said while shoving himself into his shirt, leather jacket, and boots.

Nesta just laughed. 'You three- the most feared warriors in all the land- have an annual snowball fight?'

Cassian reached the door, throwing her a wicked grin. 'Did I mention we take a steam in the birchin attached to the cabin afterward?'

From that wicked grin, she knew he meant completely naked.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A ​Court of Silver Flames

“When she was gone, I felt that curious emptiness that comes after making love – when all emotion is stilled, all desire sated, all thoughts banished from mind.”
― Yasmine Millett, The Erotic Notebooks