Quotes about new-adult-lit

I moaned then, tilting my head back to give him better access. His hands clamped on my waist, then moved—one going to cup my rear, the other sliding between us.This—this moment, when it was him and me and nothing between our bodies …His tongue scraped the roof of my mouth as he dragged a finger down the center of me, and I gasped, my back arching. “Feyre,” he said against my lips, my name like a prayer more devout than any Ianthe had offered up to the Cauldron on that dark solstice morning.His t

The Female Orgasm. The Big O. That elusive, reclusive Loch Ness of the labia. Does it prove the existence of God, or just His twisted sense of humor?

Please,” I gasped out.He just brushed his lips against my jaw, my neck, my mouth.“Tamlin,” I begged. He palmed my breast, his thumb flicking over my nipple. I cried out, and he buried himself in me with a mighty stroke.For a moment, I was nothing, no one.Then we were fused, two hearts beating as one, and I promised myself it always would be that way as he pulled out a few inches, the muscles of his back flexing beneath my hands, and then slammed back into me. Again and again.I broke and broke ag

It was a time before Facebook and Instagram and texting. I imagine it must be easier now, for college students. Home must not feel so far away anymore. But how do you cut the apron strings if the strings are virtual?

Our first kiss was there on the bridge in the woods. How do you describe a first kiss? It is like trying to hold water in your hands. There is an ancient Chinese proverb that compares kissing to drinking salted water. “You drink, and your thirst increases,” it says. Time, I’m sure, passed by, but we remained unavailable for comment.

I promise to keep my hands to myself. I'm too exhausted to make a move on you.

He was mocking me. I could see his mouth beginning to lift in a maddening smirk, a smile that was half sardonic and half secretive, as if the fate of the world depended on the answer to a riddle only he knew and would never share.

Here’s the thing about falling for someone who’s already given up; there’s no promise of tomorrow. There aren’t any words of comfort that can be said, no glimpse of a positive change. Every moment, every thought could be their last. It’s like you’re helplessly walking into quicksand, waiting for the muck to cover your mouth and eyes until you can no longer find a way to breathe. No, it’s more like jumping from a high bridge without the promise of water underneath.And I fucking hate heights.

We’ve entered dangerous territory. You can’t kiss someone with so much emotion if you’re preparing to walk away. Alarms ring through my head, too loud and too obvious to be ignored. There are way too many complex emotions being passed between us. I already know he’s going to shatter my heart.

I believe there are two kinds of people in this world. The ones who do everything right, expecting the perfect outcome every time, and those who know better.

The way to Braden's heart is through his dick. It's just wrapped up in latex and usually between some girl's legs.

It’s in the past. I can’t control what they did, only how I react to it. I’m not going to change who I am because of what some jack offs think of me.

But the moment I saw you, I knew there was something more. There was something behind those big, beautiful brown eyes that I had to get to know, and, damn girl you’ve kept me in a trance ever since.

My heart was divided for so long. Now I'm able to give you every part of me. You deserve nothing less.

I don't know? Maybe because we had sex.

Have sex with Adam? I'd rather grab a defibrillator paddle and burn the other side of my face.

If you want to hit me, scratch me, punch me, I'll take it. If you want to yank my hair, spit on me, kick me, I'll endure it. I deserve to be punished. Leave your mark on my body. Show me how much I hurt you, then show me again. Because I'm prepared to withstand anything in order to keep you by my side.

He is who he is, but it's not enough for me. I want more. I don't want him for just a night. I want him beside me every night.

He thinks he's comforting a friend after a bad breakup. Little does he know-he's the one who's breaking my heart.

I'm making out with a dead girl in my dreams. I'm screwing women I have no business screwing. I'm pushing away the one person who actually gives a damn about me. It's like the Bermuda Triangle of heartache and I'm sinking fast.

If you're around someone who makes you feel good, you have to go for it. Don't hold back.

He made me feel wanted - good about myself, even. Like he immediately accepted me for me, no questions asked.

Chemistry's a tricky thing, and if I'm not feeling it, I'm not gonna pretend.

Just your being here justifies that what I feel for you is strong enough to endure anything.

This is New York, babe. Be ready to expect anything.

What is it about guys named Adam?

I'd love to wake up next to you in this room, in this bed, every day.

Your lips are the only stimulant I need.

Katie, when I saw you again, there was nothing I wanted to do more than stand by your side for the rest of my life.

I sort of figured we'd be dating. It makes things like sharing a room a little easier.

Well if it isn't little miss 'Call Me Maybe' back from the dead.

You know I'm always ready to indulge your fantasies.

Comb his Facebook page. See if he has a Twitter account. Follow up on every Google lead. I want to know what makes him tick, what makes him the man he is.

I always fantasized about having a girl stand on my bar like in that movie Coyote Ugly, but I never thought it would happen.