Rees Wilcox

“I want to know your story. I want to know you. I want—oh, fuck it." Ren cupped my cheek, his hand gentle as he tilted my head back, and before my heart could take another beat, he kissed me.  It was no slow or seductive kiss. He claimed my lips as if he were laying claim to my body, to my soul, and every part of me. His mouth was demanding as he tilted his head, his lips moving over mine, his tongue tracing the seam of my lips, willing them to part, and I . . . I opened for him. My lips parted, and he made this sound, this deep animalistic groan that sent flames lapping over my skin. The kiss deepened, and his tongue slid over mine, along the roof of my mouth. He took me with his mouth, tasted me and claimed me.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Wicked

“I don't think you understand what it means when a demon falls in love, Layla. It doesn't go away. It doesn't fade, even if we want to. We love until death. That's not just something we say. We love and we love once and it's forever.”
― Jennifer Armentrout

“My vagina would have its own personal landing strip for him.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Forever with You

“And why do you've have to be so grabby? Jesus."
"I like the way you feel against me," he said.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Wicked