Sherri Maughan

“You’re the first person I’ve met in a long while who’s managed to chase away some of those shadows, Em.”
― Franca Storm, Comfort Zone

“You think I don’t know that? Do you think I like feeling like this, like my world has been turned upside down? Even though you and I have this—whatever it is—doesn’t mean I care any less about him,”
― Bella J., Resplendent Ruin

“You think far too much.”
“Excuse me? You don’t know me.”
“I can see the wheels turning, babe. You’re analyzing everything I say, filtering yourself. I can tell by your answers to my questions. You’re so guarded.”
“I--”
“Sorry, not guarded. I meant: uptight. You’re uptight. You need to get laid.”
“How dare you? How do you even know that I haven’t--?”
“Oh, trust me, I know. It’s blatantly obvious. You’re wound so tight.”
― Franca Storm, Comfort Zone

“I’ll fucking teach you,” he said heatedly. “The way you taught me.” He kissed along her jaw, his breath ragged with need, his cock hard for her again. “I’ll fucking help you.” He nuzzled at her neck and her fingers clawed in his hair. “Are you listening to me, baby?” He moved back to her mouth, plunging his tongue deep for a thorough taste, then pulling up. “Are you listening?” He looked deep into her tear filled eyes. “Broken or whole… you’re all mine. You… are all mine.”
― Lucian Bane, No Mercy