Lisa Renee Jones

My head drops back and I have a fleeting out-of-body moment where I see myself in the window, my hands tied above my head with my legs wrapped around the neck of Chris Merit, while he does delicious things to my body.

Baby, I held back today to let you get over all you've been through. But don't let that mislead you. You wouldn't be here if I planned on protecting you from me.

She__ right, and yet my blood pumps faster, just thinking about having her naked and willingly at my mercy. I can__ help but think she__ exactly what I need: a challenge. And how sweet her submission would be, because I__ really earned it.

I just gave you permission to fuck me, but be clear: I'm not another notch on your belt. You're a notch on mine.

I think it__ the whole __ad boy who__ so good but destined to break your heart_ fantasy. Which doesn__ sound like much of a fantasy when you put the broken heart part in the picture, but it is. It so is.

I've always known we were two puzzle pieces that fit together in a hollow that is our pain. There was a time when I was certain we were too damaged not to destroy each other. Now I think we are saving each other.

And I dare to believe that it really is. I dare to bet on us again.

I do not know what to do with the emotions inside me. I do not know how to be this close to someone and still hold on to myself.

Who says I have rules?" She waves off my question. "Oh, please. You have so many rules, your rules have rules.

His hands come down on my face. __here are a lot of things I want to do to you, Ella, but I promise you, killing you isn__ one of them._ His mouth slants over mine, his tongue delving deep, and I want to resist. I do. I try. But his lips are warm when mine are cold, and the taste of him, passion and fire, and yes, demand, burns through me, tempting me, taking me. And for just a moment, I can__ seem to help myself. I want to be possessed by this man. I want to be consumed, so I kiss him back. I kiss him like it__ my last kiss, because maybe it is.

Laughter is like crying.

If you're worried I'll bite, I promise to tell you first.

I like to think I'm not stupid often, tonight proves that when I am, I do it in a big way.

The art does not always mimic the artist. You never know the real person until you slide beneath their surface