Jasinda Wilder

“He does not just fill my body, my womanhood. He fills me. My heart, my soul. He fills the horrible emptiness that has gaped inside me all my life.”

“Hunter touches my cheek, kisses my chin. "I will always love you. You saved me, Rania."I shake my head. "No, you have saved me,""We have saved each other then," he says.”

“Just remember, you never know what's possible until you risk finding out.”

“The stars froze in the sky, and the moon went dark, and all the world stopped and stared, awed at the sheer, breathtaking passion blazing between us.”

“The music glides between the pores of your skin to bubble through your veins in place of blood, and you can't help but clutch the mic with both trembling hands and let the song flow out of you like blood from a wound. In those moments, when the music has replaced everything and even awareness of your own body has faded, you can't breathe, can't do anything but let the song own you, let the performance rocket through you. There's no people, no problems in your life, no buzz of alcohol in your blood or pain in your heart.”

“Touching his cock was like eating chips; I couldn't stop after just one.”

“Chase tugged my hips flush against his, and I felt a hard length between us. It was only a bulge against the leather of his pants, but it was enough to get me wetter than a rainforest between my legs.”

“What can I say? I've never met a cupcake I didn't want to get to know better.”

“There is so much. I had no fucking clue I could feel this way, this much. It's like some deep well opened up inside me, and now all the love in all the world is being poured through me into her.”

“I need your kisses to make the memories disappear.”

“You are not merely finding a physical release, you are coming into a new realm, coming into heaven, coming into him, becoming him.”

“Then her eyes are fluttering open and she's looking into me. Not at me, but into me.”

“They took him, although he loved me, and would have made me his. I wanted to be his. Someone's.Anyone's.”

“Her beauty has captured me, imprisoned my capacity for language. All I can do is pay homage to the temple of her body.”

“Hands are the medium of expression, as eyes are the windows to the soul.”

“Nothing. It is nothing. Stop worrying about me.""I can't stop worrying about you.”

“I do not know how he even managed to do what he did. He should not have been able to, but he did. He defended my home. Me. Himself. Us.”

“I feel like everyone who sees me knows what I am. As if it is written on my forehead in bold black ink. Perhaps it is written on my soul, now, and they can see it in my eyes, those windows to my soul.”

“When he died, I think she did, too, it just took longer time for her body to realize her heart and mind were already dead.”