#queen

I cleared my throat and spoke into his kiss. “Sorry, it’s been a while.” “You should expect to hear the same thing from me in about five minutes,” he murmured. “Five minutes, huh?” “I’ll make it the best five minutes of your life.” I bit his lip, hard, then released him and looked into those intense blues. “Clock’s ticking. ↗

— Karina Halle

#ellie-watt #romance #life

For most of my life i have been adored by fools and hated by people of good sense, and they all make up stories about me in which I am either a saint or a whore. But I am above these judgments, I am a Queen. ↗

— Philippa Gregory

#life

I was born to love you with every single beat of my heart. I was born to love you every single day of my life. ↗

— Queen

#life

But our lives were not as they seemed, were they, Sophia? No one's life ever is. ↗

— Jean Plaidy

#life #queen-victoria #life

The blood of Heaven binds you," said the Queen. "Blood calls to blood, under the skin. But love and blood are not the same." "Riddles," Clary said angrily. "Do you even mean anything when you talk like that?" "He is bound to you," said the Queen. "But does he love you? ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#cofa #queen #love

Stop it." Isabelle tapped a booted foot in the shallow water at the lake's edge. "Both of you. In fact, all three of you. If we don't stick together in the Seelie Court, we're dead." "But I haven't-," Clary started. "Maybe you haven't, but the way you let those two act..." Isabelle indicated the boys with a disdainful wave of her hand. "I can't tell them what to do!" "Why not?" the other girl demanded. "Honestly, Clary, if you don't start utilizing a bit of your natural feminine superiority, I just don't know what I'll do with you. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#faerie-queen #feminine #isabelle-lightwood #nature

I'm not afraid of you. I'm not afraid of anything." "Yes, you are, on both counts. You're afraid of everything. In England there are castles with stone walls that go up over a hundred feet, built during a time when it was the strength of your fortress that won battles. Each time I look at you, I marvel at the feat of organic engineering that's allowed you to create such a fortification within a perfect composition of female flesh. ↗

— Joey W. Hill

#marguerite #tyler #nature

The strongest drive inside of a submissive, underneath all their emotional wounds, is for the Master to push aside any curtains or walls they may have erected to separate them from their true self, the naked, vulnerable soul. Because that soul wants only one thing. Do you want to know what that is?" <…> "I don't want to know. That's not what the training's about." "Wrong. That's what submissive training is all about. Getting past those shields so she feels truly bound to her Master, a part of him as he's a part of her. The ultimate connection, where thought isn't necessary. They're together in the most elemental and perfect way there is. She stared at him. "Let me go, Tyler. I can't do this." "You can. You will. ↗

— Joey W. Hill

#marguerite #tyler #nature

I'll say this one more time. I will be gentle. I will be slow. But you don't have the reins. ↗

— Joey W. Hill

#marguerite #tyler #nature

She inhaled sharply as he traced the line of her neck with the warm wetness. "I'm not afraid to bleed for you, Marguerite." His voice was a rough whisper against her ear. "I'll tell The Zone you're thinking it over. Don't disappoint me. Or yourself. ↗

— Joey W. Hill

#marguerite #tyler #nature