#romance

Running my fingers into his thick hair, I wallow in the strength and heat surrounding me before he pulls away, giving me such a happy smile it makes my heart rattle inside my chest. There's nothing better in this whole world than to be held in someone's loving stare. A stare they reserve for you. ↗

— Poppet

#vampire-romance #love

Now now Ellindt, you know I love it when you beg.” Chuckling silently, every jolt from my hold causes her hands pulsating pain, and I bend to speak intimately into her ear again, “But I love it more when you scream. ↗

— Poppet

#vampire-romance #love

So many people talk about the Golden Gate bridge, but I would bet they haven't seen the new Sava River Bridge. It has long metal ropes suspending it, like a gigantic angel's harp waiting for god's fingers to reach down and pluck the first chords, to send a vibration of relief and love into the heart of Belgrade. ↗

— Poppet

#vampire-romance #love

In the Spring a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love. ↗

— Alfred Tennyson

#romance #love

And then, with the feather-green darkness pressed against the windows, he puts his filthy fingers on my scrubbed hope face and says, "If I kiss you, it's all over." And then he does. And then it is. ↗

— Emma Forrest

#love #romance #sex #love

Your heart is beating so fast,” he said softly, the words barely more than a whisper. “I can feel your blood humming under my hand. Are you frightened of me? ↗

— Zoë Marriott

#love #romance #love

Lovers and warriors are not bound by the rules of fair play. ↗

— Wayne Gerard Trotman

#love #lovers #restrictions #romance #rules

I was seeing the world for what it truly was—life and death irrevocably forged to one another for all of time. ↗

— Cassandra Giovanni

#death

It was I who was conquered. In just seven nights, that fledgling goddess not only discovered that I had a heart, but she stole it forever, then cradled it in the palm of her hand. ↗

— Celeste Bradley

#love

Some sample lyrics I think I catch: "My engine races up to seventh gear; wrap your legs around my engine, dear . . . . The tunnel's dark, but the ground is wet; I lubricate it with my dripping sweat!" Or, something vaguely disturbing and gross like that; it's hard to tell with the wailing guitars and the front man screaming through his ravaged vocal chords. ↗

— Rusty Fischer

#ghouls #paranormal-romance #young-adult-novels #love