Unaa

“Did she cry out for God?” he pushes. “Yes,” Xavier spits, and fuck, I’m falling apart. I thrust against Zade’s hand, rolling my hips mindlessly, the bliss eroding my entire being. “Good,” he says, a grin in his voice. “That means she was crying out for me.”
― H.D. Carlton, Hunting Adeline

“I’m going to burn the entire fucking world down until I find her, and I don’t care who gets burnt.”
― H.D. Carlton, Hunting Adeline

“I may own every breath in your body, but make no mistake, Adeline, you own mine, too. I am yours to command. To bend and break. To mold and manipulate. Do you think that makes me weak? Or do you think I'm strong enough to admit that even though my body can physically live on without you, I would never get my fucking soul back?”
― H.D. Carlton, Hunting Adeline

“Our mouths are touching the same spot,” she says shakily. “Does that count as kissing?”

“You tell me, little mouse. When I make you cry out for God, does that count as praying?”
― H.D. Carlton, Hunting Adeline