Suggestive Quotes

“Just erotic. Nothing kinky. It's the difference between using a feather and using a chicken.”
― Terry Pratchett, Eric

“You're still looking.'
...
'You make it hard to look away.'
...
'I'm over here keeping my hands and memories to myself because you asked me to, and you're fucking me with your eyes. That's not playing fair.'
...
'Told you to stop staring.'
...
'If you'd just man up and admit there's something between us, I would strip down to my skin so you could see every single inch of me. And once I had you begging, I'd drop down to my knees, undo those flight leathers you're wearing, and wrap my lips around-'

Xaden chokes.

Every head in the dining hall turns his way, and Garrick pounds on his back until Xaden waves him off, taking a drink of his water.

I grin, which earns me about six looks of confusion from our table and one set of rolled eyes from Liam.

'You're going to be the death of me.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“I never arrive unannounced without something big and juicy in hand.
- Simon Hunt”
― dannika dark, Sterling

“But it is just two lovers, holding hands and in a hurry to reach their car, their locked hands a starfish leaping through the dark.”
― Updike, John, Rabbit, Run

“Here you go, dear."" The corners of Mrs. Colbert's mouth curled up. "You like meat, don't you?"
Emily blinked. Was it her, or did that statement seem...loaded? She checked Issac for his reaction, but he was innocently selecting a roll from a wicker basket. "Uh, thanks." Emily said, pulling the platter toward her. She did like meat. The kind you, um, eat.”
― Sara Shepard, Killer

“Can I ask you something personal?”

Six inches but I tell everyone eight.”
― John Barnes, Tales of the Madman Underground

“Keep looking at me like that and we'll be stopped longer than a half hour,' he warns without looking at me.

'Promise?'

His gaze whips my way, and I swear I see him actually smile before turning back toward Garrick.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“Maybe you should... go.'

'Why? You seemed so insistent that I train you.'

'I can't concentrate with you around,' I admitted. 'And go... far. I can feel you from a room away.'

A suggestive curve shaped his lips.

I rolled my eyes. 'Why don't you just hide in one of those pocket realms for a bit.'

'It doesn't work like that. There's no air there.' I gave him a look to say he should definitely do it then, and he laughed. He jerked his chin at my tattoo. 'Give a shout down the bond if you get anything accomplished before breakfast.'

I frowned at the eye in my palm. 'What- literally shout at the tattoo?'

'You could try rubbing it on certain body parts and I might come faster.'

He vanished into nothing before I could hurl the candle at him.

Alone in the frost-gilded forest, I replayed his words and a quiet chuckle rasped out of me.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“Too bad there isn't room in the tub for two.'

'A design flaw, and one I shall remedy tomorrow.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“Take me to bed,' I mentally blurt out, then sink down in my seat a little. I don't regret it, though. Today of all days, I need a distraction.

'It might be awkward in front of all these people.'

I can't see him from where I know he's sitting at the top of the Battle Brief room, but his words feel like a caress on the back of my neck. 'Might be worth it.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“Leaving his hair, I sink to my knees before him.

'Violet-'

'I'm just taking off your boots.' A smirk plays at my lips as I unlace one, then the other, taking them off. I rise and carry his boots towards the armoire.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“Rhys followed that gaze. 'Her breasts are rather spectacular, aren't they? Delicious as ripe apples.'

I fought the urge to scowl, and instead slid my attention to him, as indolently as he'd looked at me, at the others. 'Here I was, thinking you had a fascination with my mouth.'

Delighted surprise lit Rhys' eyes, there and gone in a heartbeat.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“I saw a pretty shop across the Sidra the other day. It sold what looked to be lots of lacy little things. Am I allowed to buy that on your credit, too, or does that come out of my personal funds?'

Those violet eyes again drifted to me. 'I'm not in the mood.'

There was no humour, no mischief. I could go warm myself by a fire inside, but...

He had stayed. And fought for me.

Week after week, he'd fought for me, even when I had no reaction, even when I had barely been able to speak or bring myself to care if I lived or died or ate or starved. I couldn't leave him to his own dark thoughts, his own guilt. He'd shouldered them alone long enough.

So I held his gaze. 'I never knew Illyrians were such morose drunks.'

'I'm not drunk- I'm drinking,' he said, his teeth flashing a bit.

'Again semantics,' I leaned back in my seat, wishing I'd brought my coat. 'Maybe you should have slept with Cresseida after all- so you could both be sad and lonely together.'

'So you're entitled to have as many bad days as you want, but I can't get a few hours?'

'Oh, take however long you want to mope. I was going to invite you to come shopping with me for said lacy little unmentionables, but... sit up here forever, if you have to.'

He didn't respond.

I went on, 'Maybe I'll send a few to Tarquin- with an offer to wear them for him if he forgives us. Maybe he'll take those blood rubies right back.'

His mouth barely, barely tugged up at the corners. 'He'd see that as a taunt.'

'I gave him a few smiles and he handed over a family heirloom. I bet he'd give me the keys to his territory if I showed up wearing those undergarments.'

'Someone thinks mighty highly of herself.'

'Why shouldn't I? You seem to have difficulty not staring at me day and night.'

There it was - a kernel of truth and a question.

'Am I supposed to deny,' he drawled, but something sparked in those eyes, 'That I find you attractive?'

'You've never said it.'

'I've told you many times, and quite frequently, how attractive I find you.'

I shrugged, even as I thought of all those times- when I'd dismissed them as teasing compliments, nothing more. 'Well, maybe you should do a better job of it.'

The gleam in his eyes turned into something predatory. A thrill went through me as he braced his powerful arms on the table and purred, 'Is that a challenge, Feyre?'

I held that predator's gaze- the gaze of the most powerful male in Prythian. 'Is it?'

His pupils flared. Gone was the quiet sadness, the isolated guilt. Only that lethal force- on me. On my mouth. On the bob of my throat as I tried to keep my breathing even. He said, slow and soft, 'Why don't we go down to that store right now, Feyre, so you can try on those lacy little things- so I can help you pick which ones to send to Tarquin.'

My toes curled inside my fleece-lined slippers. Such a dangerous line we walked together.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“Rhys's face was drawn, his shoulders tense as I gripped them. I knew what to expect, but... even after he told me what he needed me to do, even after I had agreed, he'd been... aloof. Haunted.

Worried for me, I realised.

And just because of that worry, just to get that tightness off his face, even for these few minutes before we faced his unholy realm beneath that mountain, I said over the wind, 'Amren and Mor told me that the span of an Illyrian male's wings says a lot about the size of... other parts.'

His eyes shot to mine, then to pine-tree-coated slopes below. 'Did they now.'

I shrugged in his arms, trying not to think about the naked body that night all those weeks ago- though I hadn't glimpsed much. 'They also say Azriel's wings are the biggest.'

Mischief danced in those violet eyes, washing away the cold distance, the strain. The spymaster was a black blur against the pale blue sky. 'When we return home, let's get out the measuring stick, shall we?”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“I know better than to tell you to be careful, or to come home. But I want you home. Soon. And I want him dead for putting a hand on you.

Even with the entirety of the land between us, his rage rippled down the bond.

I answered, my tone soothing, Technically, his magic touched me, not his hand.

The bathwater was cold by the time his reply came through. I'm glad you have a sense of humour about this. I certainly don't.

I sent back an image of me sticking out my tongue at him.

My clothes were back on when his answer arrived.

Like mine, it was wordless, a mere image. Like mine, Rhysand's tongue was out.

But it was occupied with doing something else.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

“Why, Dain Aetos,' I grin and walk toward him, then grasp the door handle at his side. 'You've seen me in swimwear, tunics, and even ballgowns. Are you telling me it's the leather that does it for you?'

He scoffs, but there's a slight flush to his cheeks as his hands covers mine to open the door. 'Glad to see our year apart hasn't dulled your tongue, Vi.'

'Oh,' I toss over my shoulder as we walk into the hallway, 'I can do quite a few things with my tongue. You'd be impressed.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“Stop calling me that!' I squirmed.

'And you should stop doing that,' he said, his voice rougher, deeper. 'Then again. Please continue. It's the perfect kind of torture.'
...
'You're sick.'

'And twisted. Perverse, and dark.' The rough stubble of his chin dragged over my cheek, and my spine arched in response. He seemed to get even close as his fingers spread over mine. 'I'm a lot of things-'

'Murderer?”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, From Blood and Ash

“Rhys's face was drawn, his shoulders tense as I gripped them. I knew what to expect, but... even after he told me what he needed me to do, even after I had agreed, he'd been... aloof. Haunted.

Worried for me, I realised.

And just because of that worry, just to get that tightness off his face, even for these few minutes before we faced his unholy realm beneath that mountain, I said over the wind, 'Amren and Mor told me that the span of an Illyrian male's wings says a lot about the size of... other parts.'

His eyes shot to mine, then to pine-tree-coated slopes below. 'Did they now.'

I shrugged in his arms, trying not to think about the naked body that night all those weeks ago- though I hadn't glimpsed much. 'They also say Azriel's wings are the biggest.'

Mischief danced in those violet eyes, washing away the cold distance, the strain. The spymaster was a black blur against the pale blue sky. 'When we return home, let's get the measuring stick, shall we?”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“Cassian was saying to Nesta, 'Seems like you're a little on edge, Nesta. And you left so abruptly last night... Any way I can help ease that tension?”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

“You and pretty Tarquin had a moment today. Do you truly think he'll join us?'

'If you mean in bed, definitely not,' Rhys said with a wry smile as he again sprawled on his spread of cushions. 'But if you mean in this war... Yes, I believe he means to fight.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

“So the three of them are just in there. Naked. Sweating.'

Mother above.

Interested in taking a look? The dark purr echoed into my mind.

Lech. Go back to your sweating.

There's room for one more in here.

I thought mates were territorial.

I could feel him smile as if he were grinning against my neck. I'm always eager to learn what sparks your interest, Feyre darling.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Frost and Starlight

“Cassian whispered in her ear. 'Do you know what I'm going to think of tonight?'

A small sound must have come out of her, because he grinned as he stepped to the side. Let go of her hand.

The absence of his warmth, his scent, was likt a bucket of ice water.

He smiled, nothing but wickedness and challenge. 'I'm going to think of that look on your face.' He took another step down the hall 'I'm always thinking of that look on your face.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A ​Court of Silver Flames

“Seeing Cassian so flustered pushed away the shadows in her heart. Thoughts of the Mask became a distant rumble. 'Do you want to get in?'

He sucked in a breath, but something like pain washed over his features. 'You're hurt.'
...
'Do I look injured to you?'

He nodded toward the scabbed cuts all over her body, her face. 'Yes?”
― Sarah J. Maas, A ​Court of Silver Flames

“Do not fly away, Little Dove. I will always catch you.”
― Karlee Berrios, Albatross

“I raised an eyebrow. ‘There’s a fine line between confidence and cockiness.’

Ben matches my expression as his hand returns to my leg under the table, causing me to stiffen. ‘Well then, I’m straddling that line like it’s the thigh of a long-legged brunette.’”

-pg. 208”
― Colleen Hoover, November 9

“What about breakfast in bed?" spoken low.
Tomorrow was her day off. She could sleep in. Or sleep with Jake. "Still proposing over easy?"
"My favorite position."
He left her then. She stared after him, a man larger-than-life who wanted her. Sex would be phenomenal with him. The image of his big naked body in bed stole all thought and left her breathless.”
― Kate Angell, The Café Between Pumpkin and Pie

“That will be intriguing.' He paused. 'And torturous since you'll be riding with me.'

My heart skipped over itself as I looked over at him. 'And why is that intriguing? And torturous?'

One side of his lips curved up. The dimple appeared. 'Besides the fact that it will allow me to keep a very close eye on you? Use your imagination, Princess.'

My imagination didn't fail me then. 'That's inappropriate,' I told him.

'Is it?' He dipped his chin. 'You're not the Maiden out here. You're Poppy, unveiled and unburduned.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, From Blood and Ash

“I bet I can get you relaxed enough that you sleep like you're on a cloud, basking in the sun.'

I snorted again, rolling my eyes.

'You doubt me?'

'There's nothing anyone or anything in this world could do that would make that happen.'

'There is so much you don't know.'

My eyes narrowed. 'That may be true, but that is one thing I do know.'

'You're wrong. And I can prove it.'

'Whatever,' I sighed.

'I can, and when I'm done, right before you drift off to sleep with a smile on your face, you're going to tell me I'm right,' he told me.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, From Blood and Ash

“Most women want coaching in one particular aspect of life."
"What aspect?"
"Coitus." Emma pumped her fists and rocked her hips. "Also known as fornication, doing it, getting laid, knocking boots, doing the Devil's dance, shagging, screwing, nailing, banging, or doing squat thrusts in the cucumber patch."
Jack swept my hair away and pressed a kiss to the nape of my neck, allowing a wave of heat rippling across my skin. "I have another word," he whispered. "We can try it out tonight.”
― Sara Desai, To Have and to Heist

“That's the last thing I want to do right now.'

'Do you have better ideas?' He stepped closer, the heat and scent of him reaching me. 'I know I do.'

My gaze shot to him. 'If you're suggesting what I think you are, I am going to stab you in the heart again.'

Casteel's eyes flashed a warm honey. 'Don't tempt me with empty promises.'

'You are so twisted.'

'Alastir was right. I do take after my father when it comes to women with sharp objects,' he said.

'I don't care.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, A Kingdom of Flesh and Fire