His Darkest Craving Quotes

“fictional romance was always looked down upon as unrealistic, but was it truly so unrealistic for a woman to want the man she loved to give as much to her as she did to him?”
― Tiffany Roberts, His Darkest Craving

“Words - promises - were only as good as the person, as the actions, behind them.”
― Tiffany Roberts, His Darkest Craving

“But Tyler’s words were empty. They always had been and always would be. In his heart, Tyler believed he already was the man she deserved, because Sophie had always needed one thing above all else — to be put in her place. She was his, and that would never change. He would never change.”
― Tiffany Roberts, His Darkest Craving

“The only real monsters were humans, and it was the face of one of those humans that haunted her every day.”
― Tiffany Roberts, His Darkest Craving

“I will feel your heat,” Cruce continued. The vibrations within her quickened. “I will drink your sweet nectar.” Another pulse, more intense than the last. Sophie cried out. “And I will taste your very essence.”
― Tiffany Roberts, His Darkest Craving

“It’s…easy to ignore when others are suffering. Easier to pretend that nothing’s going on, because that way we don’t have to get involved. But there are people who are willing to help. They’re not always easy to find, but they’re out there.”
― Tiffany Roberts, His Darkest Craving

“Allow me to worship you until the sun rises and forever after.”
― Tiffany Roberts, His Darkest Craving

“Hello, Kate Morris.” “You’re so creepy when you say my name like that.” Sophie chuckled. She’d thought the same thing when she and Cruce first met and he’d always called her Josephine Davis—”
― Tiffany Roberts, His Darkest Craving

“You have my oath, Josephine Davis. So long as you are within my forest, I will allow no harm to befall you.” Sophie staggered backward as her chest suddenly constricted.”
― Tiffany Roberts, His Darkest Craving

“Soph, have you considered talking to someone?” “I’m talking to you,” Sophie said with exaggerated innocence and a smile. “You know what I mean. Someone more qualified to help you with your problems. If you’re suddenly sleepwalking again, or…questioning what’s real and what’s not—”
― Tiffany Roberts, His Darkest Craving

“Was he gone?”
― Tiffany Roberts, His Darkest Craving

“How much farther, Bill?” asked one of the men. “Not much, Kev. Almost there,” another—presumably Bill—replied.”
― Tiffany Roberts, His Darkest Craving

“My parents always called me Sophie,” she replied, a sad smile touching her lips as she briefly looked up at Cruce. “They said when I was really little I couldn’t pronounce Josephine, that it always just came out as Sophie, and they thought it was so cute that it stuck. I loved it. And, you know…I’m glad I never told him. It’s a piece of me that he’ll never get to have. It’s mine, the one thing he didn’t take.”
― Tiffany Roberts, His Darkest Craving

“Let me in, Sophie,” he repeated, voice husky with desire.”
― Tiffany Roberts, His Darkest Craving

“Biting her lip, Sophie eased the hem of her nightshirt up over her hips, flattened her palm on her stomach, and slid her hand beneath the waistband of her underwear.”
― Tiffany Roberts, His Darkest Craving

“Let me in, Josephine Davis.” His voice, though muted by the glass, swept through her. She was tempted, so tempted…”
― Tiffany Roberts, His Darkest Craving

“Sophie’s heart leapt. She’d been forced to follow commands for years, but this command…this one she wanted, and it made her burn with longing.”
― Tiffany Roberts, His Darkest Craving

“Sophie turned to Tyler. He was fumbling with shaky hands to change the magazine in his gun. When the spare magazine slipped from his grasp, he bent forward, darting his hand out to catch it. Sophie didn’t waste a moment; she kicked his hand as hard as she could, knocking the firearm from his grasp.”
― Tiffany Roberts, His Darkest Craving

“How would she look with her belly rounded, carrying his offspring? The thought sparked a need in him far more primal and instinctual than any he’d experienced up to that moment; he would do all he could to ensure his seed took root.”
― Tiffany Roberts, His Darkest Craving

“You are mine, Josephine Davis,” Cruce whispered into her ear. “Nothing will take you from me.”
― Tiffany Roberts, His Darkest Craving

“Breathe, Sophie. Smoothly, easily. Breathe for me, who has not lungs to draw in air. Breathe so that my first breath tomorrow night may be spent in kissing you.”
― Tiffany Roberts, His Darkest Craving

“Tomorrow night, beneath the silver light of the moon, I will soothe your skin with my own hands, Josephine Davis. I will show you pleasure like you have never known, I will worship you like you are my world, my lady, my goddess.”
― Tiffany Roberts, His Darkest Craving

“You are my mate.” He moved closer, trailing a shadowy hand along her jaw and slipping his fingers into her hair as he rose over her. “And I am yours. That is why I am so drawn to you, why I cannot stay away. Why I can do you no harm.”
― Tiffany Roberts, His Darkest Craving

“Words—promises—were only as good as the person, as the actions, behind them.”
― Tiffany Roberts, His Darkest Craving

“I have walked this forest for many thousands of years, and yet your beauty is unique to me. I have never seen its like. You surpass all I have ever known, Josephine Davis.”
― Tiffany Roberts, His Darkest Craving

“Why do you keep saying my name like that?” “Because it is your true name.” She arched her brow. “Would you like me to speak your name out loud at every turn, then?” “So long as we are alone, you may speak it as you wish. I have grown rather fond of the way it sounds when you cry it out in the morning.”
― Tiffany Roberts, His Darkest Craving

“I can be your god,” he purred, “and lavish you with pleasures beyond your wildest dreams.”
― Tiffany Roberts, His Darkest Craving

“You have my oath, Josephine Davis. So long as you are within my forest, I will allow no harm to befall you.”
― Tiffany Roberts, His Darkest Craving

“Sophie,” it purred. “The name of your heart, but not of your birth. Give me your true name, mortal.”
― Tiffany Roberts, His Darkest Craving

“Sophie," it purred. "The name of your heart, but not the name of your birth. Give me your true name, mortal.”
― Tiffany Roberts, His Darkest Craving