Kyla ୨ৎ

“You know what I deserve?” His irises dance across my face. “Someone who needs me badly enough to take me without apology. A man who knows what he wants. A man who wants me.” He nods, pulse jumping in his neck. “And do you know what you deserve?” “What?” “A woman who feels like a goddess when you leave a mark like this on her. A woman who doesn’t want a goddamn thing from you other than to be worshipped any time, any place.” The intense way he’s staring at me almost makes me squirm. “You deserve a woman who drives you crazy every damn day, and nothing less.”
― Elsie Silver, A False Start

“No truer words have even been spoken. I hope they taste good when I jam them down your pretty little throat later.”
― Lee Jacquot, Hollows Grove

“I don’t want to talk. We’re not friends.” His words are like a paper cut. They sting, but don’t produce any blood. “What I want is you, straddling me, and I don’t let friends do that.”
― Elsie Silver, Off to the Races

“You don’t look at me like I’m tragic. You look at me like we’re inevitable.”
― Elsie Silver, A Photo Finish