Kristy

“It would take a lot more than a striking face, shimmering green eyes, and pretty purple hair to get him to stray from his mission— and his morals. He frowned at the specificity of the image that came into his mind. He certainly wasn’t referring to anyone in particular.”
― Gretchen Powell Fox, Smoke and Scar

“She made me feel alive. She made me want to fight to keep living, to not let the monsters and the darkness win, because it was so much better being surrounded by her light. And if her penchant for taser play had taught me anything, she could more than put me in my place if necessary. She was my match, my queen, and I would spend the rest of my life worshipping her like one if she let me.”
― Navessa Allen, Caught Up

“I want to fuck her tits,” he said, his voice slow and sweet like syrup.
Jesus. My thighs clenched. That he’s spoken like I wasn’t even in the room shouldn’t have been so fucking sexy.
“You going to ask her like a good boy?” Saeios teased, voice husky. Sin’s lips ticked up into a playful smirk, his eyes meeting mine. “Melody.” My cunt tightened as he purred my name. “Can I fuck your pretty, pretty tits?” “Yes, please,” I said, my voice a moan.”
― Viano Oniomoh, Portal to Pleasure

“She scoffed. “I’m not afraid of you.” He looked up from where he’d begun tracing the lines on her hand and met her glowing green stare. “Maybe you should be.” “Maybe you need to stop being afraid of yourself.”
― Gretchen Powell Fox, Smoke and Scar