H Quotes
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“He grinned against her lips. “Slow down before you tear off a part we both need.”
Source: Fountain Of Secrets
“He grinned, and right then it occurred to him that he hadn't enjoyed himself so much with a woman in a very long time. If Annabelle Granger were a few inches taller, a hell of a lot more sophisticated, better organized, less bossy, and more inclined to worship at his feet, she'd have made a perfect wife.”
Source: Match Me If You Can
“He grinned, and the grin changed his face completely. Ty when he was still and expressionless had an intensity that fascinated Kit; when he was smiling, he was extraordinary.”
Source: Lord of Shadows
“He grinned at Azriel. 'You handing Eris's ass to him will be my new fantasy at night, by the way.'
Azriel didn't so much as bother to look over his shoulder at the High Lord. But Cassian snorted. 'I was wondering when the come-ons would begin.”
Source: A Court of Wings and Ruin
“He grinned at her intently before leaning over the counter and running his thumb along her jaw. It took everything inside of her not to lean into that touch. When he lowered his head and brushed his lips over hers, she made a little sound that caused Graham to growl.
"Later," he whispered as he pulled back.”
Source: Love Restored
“He grinned at her. “Well, then I have a bit of a confession to make. Colin said some things to me and the sound of his voice irritated me so I had one of those clowns with the big red noses in the paediatric wing turn him into a balloon animal. A giraffe I’m afraid. Sad fate it was,” Alessandro joked with no sign of remorse at all.”
Source: The Betrayal
“He grinned at her, and she grinned at him, and it seemed to Maria that suddenly the sun came out.”
Source: The Little White Horse
“He grinned at me now. 'With all those gems and beads, you might be too heavy to carry. I hope you've been practicing your winnowing in case I drop you.”
Source: A Court of Mist and Fury
“He grinned at me over the giant tiered cake in his arms- over the twenty-one sparkling candles lighting up his face.
Cassian clapped me on the shoulder. 'You thought you could sneak it past us, didn't you?'
I groaned. 'You're all insufferable.'
Elain floated to my side. 'Happy birthday, Feyre.'
My friends- my family- echoed the words as Rhys set the cake on the low-lying table before the fire. I glanced toward my sister. 'Did you...?'
A nod from Elain. 'Nuala did the decorating, though.'
It was then that I realised what the three different tiers had been painted to look like.
On the top: flowers. In the middle: flames.
And on the bottom, widest layer... stars.
The same design of the chest of drawers I'd once painted in that dilapidated cottage. One for each of us- each sister. Those stars and moons sent to me, my mind, by my mate, long before we'd ever met.
'I asked Nuala to do it in that order,' Elain said as the others gathered round. 'Because you're the foundation, the one who lifts us. You always have been.'
My throat tightened unbearably, and I squeezed her hand in answer.
Mor, Cauldron bless her, shouted, 'Make a wish and let us get to the presents!”
Source: A Court of Frost and Starlight
“He grinned at me so unexpectedly I forgot to flap for a second and dropped several feet. "You looove me," he crooned smugly. Holding his arms out wide, he added, "You love me this much.”
“He grinned back at me, and I remembered how normal he’d made me feel the first time we’d met. Here, once again, he wasn’t bothered by my silence. And I suddenly realized what made me feel so uncomfortable about Elizabeth’s exploits. The people she attracted were drawn to the same thing everyone else was: our glowing skin, dreamy eyes, and air of secrecy. But this boy? He seemed to see more than that. He saw me not just as a mysterious beauty, but as a girl he wanted to know.
He didn’t stare at me. He spoke to me.”
Source: The Siren
“He grinned because he'd made her say something ridiculous. The grin was wicked, white and tilted.
She panicked, because she thought of sun-shot ponds and sunlight coming down through trees when she looked in his eyes now, and judging from the temperature of her cheeks he was a devil sent up from Hades, not a bloody poem.
She might be turning any number of colors, from scarlet to parchment to all those shades of rose in-between, but he regarded her evenly.
He was older, bolder. He knew of whores and wars, violence and vendettas. He knew precisely what he wanted, always.
He wanted her.”
Source: What I Did for a Duke
“He grinned, but a bead of sweat ran down his temple. “Then with your permission.”
Source: The Leopard Prince
“He grinned. “Do not fear. I am here to serve you, as I promised.”
Despite the fit of schoolgirl giggles that had seized her in Carbonek when he first proposed to be her knight, his assurance annoyed her now. “You inspire me with confidence,” she said, honey-sweet. “With a few more years and experience, you would make a capable guardian, I’m sure.”
“And you an amiable ward,” he said, bowing again.”
Source: Pendragon's Heir
“He grinned, feeling as young as he once did in Vashti's presence. Esther brought back the joys of youth, and he felt a sense of deep gratitude and satisfaction that he had listened to his servants when they suggested the contest that had brought her to him. He would not admit to her his deep need, nor how well she fulfilled that in him, but he felt it just the same.”
Source: Star of Persia:
“He grinned: he’d turned in time to witness her delicate white shoulders dip below the water’s surface. Thankfully, she quickly completed her morning’s ablutions and made a shooing motion with her hands. Back turned again, he waited for her to dress, all the while telling his privy counselor to cease its repeated suggestions.”
Source: Must Love Chainmail
“He grinned. It was the sort of grin that Agnes supposed was called infectious but, then, so was measles.”
Source: Carpe Jugulum
“He grinned. "Some guys like to work on cars or do woodworking. I search for beautiful women who might want to bite me.”
Source: In the Company of Wolves
“He grinned when I didn't protest, and lowered his mouth toward mine. The first touch was just that - a touch. A teasing, tempting softness. I licked my lips and Patch's grin deepened. "More?" he asked. I curled my hands into his hair, pulling him closer. "More.”
Source: The Complete Hush, Hush Saga: includes Hush, Hush; Crescendo; Silence and Finale
“He grinned, though his face was strained. “That’s it, love. Use me to make yerself feel good.”
“He grinned. It was a wicked grin, the kind that made the blood in Clary's veins run a little faster. "You want to go on a date?" Caught off guard, she stammered. "A wh-what?" "A date," Jace repeated. "Often 'a boring thing you have to memorize in history class,' but in this case, 'an offering of an evening of blisteringly white-hot romance with yours truly." "Really?" Clary was not sure what to make of this. "Blisteringly white-hot?" "It's me," said Jace. "Watching me play Scrabble is enough to make most women swoon. Imagine if I actually put in some effort.”
Source: City of Lost Souls
“He grinned. “Busted. I’m a monster. Jev is my deceptively harmless — and shockingly handsome — alter ego.” “And I’m on top of it,” she announced with witty triumph. “Is that a Freudian slip?” His bluntness caught her off guard. A self-conscious blush rose in her face.”
“He grinned. “I was trying to remember all the deadly sins the other day,” he said. “Greed,envy, gluttony, irony, pedantry…” “I’m pretty sure irony isn’t a deadly sin.” “I’m pretty sure it is.” “Lust,” she said. “Lust is a deadly sin.” “And spanking.” “I think that falls under lust.” “I think it should have its own category,” said Jace. “Greed, envy, gluttony, irony, pedantry, lust, and spanking.”
Source: City of Lost Souls
“He grinned. “That’s because pixies are ever-after. We’re magic, baby. Just ask Matalina.”
“He gripped her hard, forcing her to meet his eyes as he snarled, “I see you. I see every part of you. And I am not afraid.”
I will not be afraid.
A line in the burning brightness.
My name is Aelin Ashryver Galathynius . . .
And I will not be afraid.”
Source: Empire of Storms
“He gripped her hips, and standing up, slowly pushed volumes of silk with him. Blue fabric puffed and pillowed between them. His hand traced a slow caress the length of her from knee to hip. Edward’s nostrils flared, as did his eyes, when his roving hand slipped behind her, grappling bare skin. She quivered from tantalizing male touch exploring forbidden flesh. Lydia read Edward’s face, the flush of tanned skin and mouth unable to close, as knowledge seeped into his brain: she’d said her vows, eaten dinner with the utmost decorum, and chattered politely with all and sundry in this secret state of undress. Edward groaned and jammed her body hard against his. “You’re naked under your skirt.”
Source: Meet the Earl at Midnight
“He gripped her hips tightly. "I need you," he whispered, and her heart pounded in answer.
She rose up over him and slowly settled onto his erection, moaning as each inch of him filled her, enjoying every second.
"Made for me," he growled beneath her.”
Source: Lure of Obsession
“He gripped her nape. "I fuckin' love you, Regin!" Rain spiked his lashes as he gazed down at her, commanding her,
"Love Me Back”
“He gripped her so tightly she could barely breathe. Then he let go. He did it as if he was forcing himself, as if he were starving and he was putting aside the last piece of food he had. But he did it.”
“He gripped her wrist before it could continue its progress, senses too over loaded to withstand more. Though for some unknown reason, rather than pushing it away he did little more than halt its progress, trapping it between his heart and hand. Her eyes flew upward to meet his, surprise and curiosity in their emerald depths.
He lost himself in those eyes.”
Source: Edge of Instinct
“He gripped the back of her neck again in that purely dominating way that made her melt. “We’re finishing this when we get back.” His voice was a low, raspy growl.”
Source: Merry Christmas, Baby
“He gripped the sides of her body carefully, keeping her in place as he parted her with his tongue and stroked the sides of the soft furrow. Entranced by the vulnerable shaper of her, he lapped at the edges of softly unfurled lips and tickled them lightly. The delicate flesh was unbelievably hot, almost steaming. He blew a stream of cooling air over it, and relished the sound of her moan. Gently he licked up through the center, a long glide through silk and salty female dampness. She squirmed, her thighs spreading as he explored her with flicks and soft jabs. The slower he went, the more agitated she became. He paused to rest the flat of his tongue on the little pearl of her clitoris to feel its frantic throbbing, and she jerked and struggled to a half-sitting position.
Pausing, Keir lifted his head. "What is it, muirninn?"
Red-faced, gasping, she tried to pull him over her. "Make love to me."
"'Tis what I'm doing," he said, and dove back down.
"No- Keir- I meant now, right now-" She quivered as he chuckled into the dark patch of curls. "What are you laughing at?" she asked.
"At you, my wee impatient bully."
She looked torn between indignation and begging. "But I'm ready," she said plaintively.
Keir tried to enter her with two fingers, but the tight, tender muscle resisted. "You're no' ready," he mocked gently. "Weesht now, and lie back. 'Tis one time you won't be having your way." He nuzzled between her thighs and sank his tongue deep into the heat and honey of her. She jerked at the feel of it, but he made a soothing sound and took more of the intimate flavor he needed, had to have, would never stop wanting. Moving back up to the little bud where all sensation centered, he sucked at it lightly until she was gasping and shaking all over. He tried to work two fingers inside her again, and this time they were accepted, her depths clenching and relaxing repeatedly. As he stroked her with his tongue, he found a rhythm that sent a hard quiver through her. He kept the pace steady and unhurried, making her work for it, making her writhe and arch and beg, and it was even better than he'd imagined, having her so wild beneath him, hearing her sweet little wanton noises.
There was a suspended moment as it all caught up to her... she arched as taut as a drawn bow... caught her breath... and began to shudder endlessly. A deep and primal satisfaction filled him at the sounds of her pleasure, and the sweet pulsing around his fingers. He drew out the feeling, patiently licking every twitch and tremor until at last she subsided and went limp beneath him.
Even then, he couldn't stop. It felt too good. He kept lapping gently, loving the salty, silky wetness of her.
Her weak voice floated down to him... "Oh, God... I don't think... Keir, I can't..."
He nibbled and teased, breathing hotly against the tender core. "Put your legs over my shoulders," he whispered. In a moment, she obeyed. He could feel the trembling in her thighs. A satisfied smile flicked across his mouth, and he pressed her hips upward to a new angle. Soon he'd have her begging again, he thought, and lowered his head with a soft growl of enjoyment.”
Source: Devil in Disguise
“He grips my hair at the roots, yanking my head back until my throat is exposed. "Tell me, little wolf," he growls against my ear, his breath hot and damp, "was that enough to satisfy your hunger, or are you still starving?"
I laugh, hoarse. “It’s what I wanted,” I tell him, and I mean it.
I wanted to see what would happen if I let the worst part of me out in the open. I wanted to see if anyone could still love it.”
Source: Taken by the Northmen: A Dark, Spicy Viking Romance
“He grits his teeth and moves forward. He doesn't know any other way. No one has taught him nothin'. He's on a continuous countdown clock with confronting his chaotic past and this time his ghosts have met him in his nightmares.”
Source: Sunflowers & Scorched Earth: The History of American Vigilante Expression and The Found Works of B.L. Ashburn.
“He gritted his teeth at the newest rumble, knowing what was happening, and looked back at Victoria. "I'll never say this again, but... wrap your arms around Gabriel, keep him close.”
Source: Taste of Darkness
“He gritted his teeth with determination. He wasn't going to make it easy for her to walk away from their marriage. Damn her, anyway. She'd been the primary reason he'd worked sixteen hour days. She'd come from wealth, and his pride wouldn't allow her to climb down to marry someone who couldn't provide for her the sort of elevated lifestyle.
The success he had achieved had been for her and their marriage. But her patience had run out and she'd followed suit. He'd never forgive her for leaving him high and dry. (Chapter 4)”
Source: Texan's Wedding-Night Wager
“He groaned a little and pulled his mouth free, pressing it against her forehead, then her cheeks.
"I was going to start a fire ---"
He smiled down at her. "You did.”
Source: SEAL Wolf In Too Deep
“He groaned and I saw his face. "Curran!" I would've preferred a homicidal lunatic. Oh, wait...”
Source: Magic Strikes
“He groaned slightly and winced like Prometheus watching his vulture dropping in for lunch.”
Source: Big Money
“He growled, equally exhilarated and annoyed by
the way she insisted on pushing him back. “I’m going to put you on your knees, Ruby. You’re going to hate how much you love it.”
Source: His Risk to Take
“He growled low in his throat. “I don’t think I can do this the nice way, Jessica.”
Source: The Thing About Love
“He growled, moaned, winced, and cursed. Yet despite all these sounds of seeming displeasure, he made no effort to discourage her. He made his body hers to explore, just as she'd been longing to do ever since he'd come upon her that first night, draped in a towel and dripping wet.
With one finger, she drew a teasing line down the center of his chest, all the way down to his navel.
He bucked his hips. His erection grazed her sex, and she gasped at the sudden contact. Their bodies were separated by the fine lawn of his shirt and the wool of his trousers, but she could feel him- his length, his heat, his hardness.
His desire.
She'd felt triumphant in tackling him to the bed, but that was nothing compared to the surge of power rushing through her now. The thick, hot column of arousal wedged between her thighs- it was for her. All for her. Excitement rocketed through her body and came to settle in her sex, melting onto a soft, throbbing ache.
Desperate to soothe that ache, she rocked against him. The friction sent a pulse of bliss through her body. Judging by his tortured groan, he felt it, too.
His head fell back against the mattress. "God. Yes. Again.”
Source: The Wallflower Wager
“he growled out a smile and covered my mouth with his.
We fell back to the floor, legs and arms entangled, lips brushing against teeth, messy and desperate and completely perfect.”
Source: Love and Other Words
“He growled, “Put your hands on the headboard.”
Source: A Court of Silver Flames
“He growled softly at her."Then open your legs for me,Julia.This cat must have his cream.”
Source: Raphael/Parish
“He growled. The noise echoed through the area. Birds flew from the trees. They appeared like dark dots in the starry sky.”
Source: Escape
“He growls, “That fuck is dead. I burned what was left of him, poked around in the ashes, and waited to see if anything rose. It didn’t. I ate them.” I burst out laughing. “You did not eat Cruce’s ashes.” “The fuck I didn’t.”
Source: Kingdom of Shadow and Light
“He grows daily more capable of following any inspiration without technical effort, and also of letting inspiration come to him through meticulous observation.”
Source: Zen
“He grumbles incoherently, opens the window a fraction and continues to smoke away. It’s like every time Sidney Drake enters a new location he has to readjust the atmosphere, akin to one of those sci-fi shows where they oxygenate the planet, but for my dad it’s in a suffocating reverse. He replaces the clean wholesome air with a non-stop puff of toxic poison.”
“He grunted and stirred, withdrawing from her. She only had a moment to be disappointed and then he flipped her to her back and rose over her, powerful and male. He casually parted her legs with his knees and thrust into her again, hot and hard. She gasped at the swift invasion, the lovely feeling, and then his face was next to hers, his big palms cradling her cheeks. “What I want,” he drawled, “is ye. Nothin’ else.”