#rot

My nipples tightened as I breathed in his musky scent mixed with cologne. I didn’t recognize the brand, but it spoke to something inside me. It whispered come closer, and my heart pounded harder. ↗

— Lori Toland

#urban-fantasy-romance #urban-fantasy

Awww, that's sweet. Nothing says ‘I love you’ like a well-made implement of pain. ↗

— Cherise Sinclair

#erotica #lean-on-me #love

I need you." Every pore of my being is begging. This is what we do. ↗

— E.L. James

#erotic #young-adult #young-adult

For him and his brother, he now knew, that music was real. Becuase all you had to do, really, was be willing to use your imagination. And listen. ↗

— Holly Goldberg Sloan

#imagination #music #imagination

Tasting what could have been—what should have been—didn't make it easier. ↗

— Kele Moon

#erotic-romance #forbidden-fruit #love #love

Your mother died to save you. If there is one thing Voldemort cannot understand, it is love. He didn’t realize that love as powerful as your mother’s for you leaves its own mark. Not a scar, no visible sign . . . to have been loved so deeply, even though the person who loved us is gone, will give us some protection forever. It is in your very skin. Quirrell, full of hatred, greed, and ambition, sharing his soul with Voldemort, could not touch you for this reason. It was agony to touch a person marked by something so good. ↗

— J.K. Rowling

#quirrell #voldemort #love

When she closed her eyes she felt he had many hands, which touched her everywhere, and many mouths, which passed so swiftly over her, and with a wolflike sharpness, his teeth sank into her fleshiest parts. Naked now, he lay his full length over her. She enjoyed his weight on her, enjoyed being crushed under his body. She wanted him soldered to her, from mouth to feet. Shivers passed through her body. ↗

— Anaïs Nin

#erotica

If character is destiny, I was fated to be carried off into the desert. From the deck of the ship I had imagined my own ghost and seen my unvanishing footsteps. When you don't belong anywhere it doesn't matter where you are or where you go, if you stay or move on. You arrive at a place where the view forwards and backwards is the same, where the sun rises in the east one day and the west the next, where you stop planning and live like the birds and beasts by intuition and instinct. ↗

— Chloe Thurlow

#erotica #philosophy #travel #imagination

The teeth!—the teeth!—they were here, and there, and everywhere, and visibly and palpably before me; long, narrow, and excessively white, with the pale lips writhing about them, as in the very moment of their first terrible development. ↗

— Edgar Allan Poe

#obsession #imagination

Yes!” He wrapped both arms around me, but when I tried to do the same he jumped away. “Watch the suit,” he said, glaring. Oh, boy. ↗

— Michelle Hodkin

#little-brothers #funny