Hot Quotes

“Holy. Fucking. Hot.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“Oh, God,” I cursed.
A grin crept onto her lips.
“Pretty fucking close,” she said, breathing heavily. A pause followed. “But no. The opposite.”
A wicked smile appeared on my face.
She was sent to me by Satan himself.”
― J.C. Böhme, His Savior

“It's okay to want something that's going to hurt, I remind myself. I move toward him, so we are close enough to touch.

He takes my hand in his, fingers lacing together, and bends towards me.

There is plenty of time for me to pull away from the kiss, but I don't. I want him to kiss me. My weariness evaporates as his lips press against mine. Over and over, one kiss sliding in to the next.

'You looked like a knight in a story tonight,' he says softly against my neck. 'Possibly a filthy story.'

I kick him in the leg, and he kisses me again, harder.

We stagger against the wall, and I pull his body to mine. My fingers glide up under his shirt, tracing up his spine to the wings of his shoulder blades.

His tail lashes back and forth, the furred end stroking over the back of my calf.”
― Holly Black, The Queen of Nothing

“Submit to me and I will burn the world down for you.”
― Michelle Heard, Merciless Saints

“I was thinking,” he whispered. “If you’d taken me to bed ten years ago like I wanted and I fucked you every night since then, I’d have had you over three thousand times by now. Imagine that. How good it would be. I’d blow your fucking mind.”
― Nenia Campbell, Little Deaths

“Good girl. Cum for me, little Lamb. Show me how much you hate me.”
― Holly Guy, Please, don't make me kill him

“Get on your knees and take off my shoes, Ramirez,” she ordered, her dark gaze fixed on me.”
― J.C. Böhme, His Savior

“Get your dagger,' he orders.

'What?' My eyes fly wide. He has me defenceless and in the kill position already.

'Get. Your. Dagger,' he repeats, taking my hand in his and retrieving the last blade I have. His fingers curl over mine, clasping the hilt.

Fire races along my skin at the feel of his fingers lacing with mine.

Toxic. Dangerous. Wants to kill you. Nope, doesn't matter. My pulse still skitters like a teenager.

'You're tiny.' He says it like an insult.

'Well aware.' My eyes narrow.

'So stop going for bigger moves that expose you.' He drags the tip of the dagger down his side. 'A rib shot would've worked just fine.' Then he guides our hands around his back, making himself vulnerable. 'Kidneys are a good fit from this angle, too.'

I swallow, refusing to think of other things that are a good fit at this angle.

He leads our hands to his waist, his gaze never leaving mine. 'Chances are, if your opponent is in armour, it's weak here. Those are three easy places you could have struck before your opponent would have had time to stop you.'

They're also fatal wounds, and I've avoided them at all costs.

'Do you hear me?'

I nod.

'Good. Because you can't poison every enemy you come across,' he whispers, and I blanche. 'You're not going to have time to offer tea to some Braevi gryphon rider when they come at you.'

'How did you know?' I finally ask. My muscles lock, including my thighs, which just happen to still be bracketing his hips.

His eyes darken. 'Oh, Violence. You're good, but I've known better poison masters. The trick is to not make it quite so obvious.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“You know, most people would compliment me on the fact that I won that shootout,' I point out.
'Is that what you need from people? To be told what a good girl you are?”
― Elle kennedy, The Graham Effect

“I was about to pass him when he grabbed me, so fast that I didn't see anything until he had me pinned against the wall. The cookie dropped from my hand as he grasped my wrists. 'I smelled you,' he breathed, his painted chest rising and falling so close to mine. 'I searched for you, and you weren't there.'

He reeked of magic. When I looked into his eyes, remnants of power flickered there. No kindness, none of the wry humour and gentle reprimands. The Tamlin I knew was gone.

'Let go,' I said as evenly as I could, but his claws punched out, imbedding in the wood above my hands. Still riding the magic, he was half-wild.

'You drove me mad,' he growled, and the sound trembled down my neck, along my breasts until they ached. 'I searched for you, and you weren't there. When I didn't find you,' he said, bring his face closer to mine, until we shared breath, 'it made me pick another.'

I couldn't escape. I wasn't entirely sure I wanted to.

'She asked me not to be gentle with her, either,' he snarled, his teeth bright in the moonlight. He brought his lips to my ear. 'I would have been gentle with you, though.' I shuddered as I closed my eyes. Every inch of my body went taut as his words echoed through me. 'I would have had you moaning my name throughout it all. And I would have taken a very, very long time, Feyre.' He said my name like a caress, and his hot breath tickled my ear. My back arched slightly.

He ripped his claws free from the wall, and my knees buckled as he let go. I grasped the wall to keep from sinking to the floor, to keep from grabbing him- to strike or caress, I didn't know. I opened my eyes. He still smiled- smiled like an animal.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Thorns and Roses

“You of all people don't get to play games with me.”
― Rina Kent, Deviant King

“He always that overprotective?' Xaden grumbles, pressing up from the mat a few inches.

'He cares about me,' I glare at him.

'He's holding you back. Don't worry. Your little poisoning secret is safe with me.' Xaden arches a brow as if to remind me that I'm the keeper of one of his secrets, too. Then he guides our hands back to my ribs and slides the ruby-hilted blade back into its sheath.

The move is unnervingly... hot.

'You're not going to disarm me?' I challenge as he releases his grip and pushes up move, removing his weight from my body. My ribs expand as I take my first full breath.

'Nope. Defenceless women have never been my type. We're done for today.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“Is it such a bad thing...'' His mouth trails along her jaw. ''...to be savored?'' His breath brushes her ear. ''To be relished?”
― V.E. Schwab, The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue

“I pressed my gun to his lips to silence him”
― Alwyn Hamilton, Rebel of the Sands

“Physical pain was almost always hot, but the kind that couldn't be seen?

It was almost always cold.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, From Blood and Ash

“You get this look on your face when you’re turned on. I intend to put that look on your face as often as possible.”
― Sylvia Day, Bared to You

“His raincoat drifts after him, rippling in the wake of his haughtiness.”
― Tessia Ives, A Moonrise in the Fire

“I was leafing through a new batch of letters. The fan on the ceiling was going round and round. It was like an oven with a termafan. Jessie, Hattie and I were all being evenly baked as we sat at our desks.”
― Sally Andrew, Recipes for Love and Murder

“He scrambled up the ladder and was back down in a time that would have impressed a cat being bathed in a tub of water on a hot tin roof.”
― J.S. Mason, Whisky Hernandez

“A charming woman is a witty woman.
A sexy woman is a smart woman.
And a real hot woman is the one we love,
and who also loves us.”
― Augusto Branco

“He can stab me with a knife and I’ll be lying on
the ground, dying, drawing little hearts in blood. -My Darling Arrow”
― Saffron A. Kent

“We’re hesitant at first, having never touched another person so intimately.

But I love touching him. It’s addictive.”
― M.M. West, Just a Gay... First Time

“How many hot dogs do you want, princess?" Jason asks me.
I grin, "Two, please." But the ones attached to your body.”
― Amarylis Rivera, One Daddy Isn't Enough

“The joys of hot Hawaiian coffee!”
― Steven Magee

“Quizás no lo supiéramos, quizás no quisiéramos reconocerlo, pero ya nos estábamos quemando.”
― Lydia A. Benavent, Bellum

“Are you going to punish me with pleasure?” he asked quietly. “Because you can. You can bring me to my knees, Eva.”
― Sylvia Day, Bared to You

“You think I’m right out of a horror film, don’t you?” “Well this is hardly a fairy tale, is it?”
“It could be. If you let it.”
“Oh yeah? And who are you supposed to be? My Prince Charming?” He snorts at that.
“No, silly girl. I’m the big bad wolf.”
― Callie Hart, Deviant

“You think I’m right out of a horror film, don’t you?”
“Well this is hardly a fairy tale, is it?”
“It could be. If you let it.”
“Oh yeah? And who are you supposed to be? My Prince Charming?” He snorts at that.
“No, silly girl. I’m the big bad wolf.”
― Callie Hart, Deviant

“Your mom's hot like a jalapeno / She's hot like a fire brand / Your mom's hot like fresh wasabi / She's too hot for your dad / I can take the heat... / I can take the heat...”
― A.J. Schaar, The Storybook Coroner

“Don't make promises you can't keep, Ya Amar”
― M.Pamela