Quote by Cara McKenna Download Open image ““His pale irises had grown as dark as his intentions, lids heavy.”” — Cara McKenna ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 2.7 out of 5 (4 ratings) Copy quoteShare
“His irises were pale with a dark ring, gray like his self-designed uniform…” — Cara McKenna Copy Share Image
“The eyes were dark and startling. They held such a wealth of intellect and of twinkling gaiety that his glasses seemed to be worn… — Ayn Rand Copy Share Image
“There was something strange about her eyes. They were mysteriously lacking in depth. They were lovely eyes, but they did not seem to be… — Haruki Murakami Copy Share Image
“His brown eyes were set back in deep hollows, as though he looked out from a place of shadow on all the verities of… — Sharon Shinn Copy Share Image
“He stood in the doorway with his hands in his pockets, the picture of nonchalance, and even as a human, he was too gorgeous… — Julie Kagawa Copy Share Image
“He had lovely eyes, really—not assessing, at all, but big and dark and…waiting.” — Charlotte Stein Copy Share Image
“His eyes were the darkest blue. They couldn't be real. Frankly, those eyes were overkill. I'd have swooned perfectly fine without them.” — Kylie Scott Copy Share Image
“He was tall. He was broad. He had the perfect amount of stubble on his jawline, and those eyes were to-die for – deep… — Lauren Blakely Copy Share Image
“We must admit that he had eyes like drenched violets, so large that the water seemed to have brimmed in them and widened them;… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“The eyes were larger and gray and in a certain light looked soft, gentle, and even innocent. Then the light would change, the innocence… — Ross Thomas Copy Share Image
“Still. It’s not all red. I’m not a total whore. Just a partial one. Just a splash of whore.” — Cara McKenna Copy Share Image
“It was what she'd been doing in every aspect of her life lately, wanting to hole up in the backseat and not be asked… — Cara McKenna Copy Share Image
“That gooey stuff inside a Boston crème donut. That’s what you smell like. Now I’ll get a hard-on every time I eat one.” — Cara McKenna Copy Share Image
“Show me,” I said softly, and stroked his hair. “Show me what it feels like, to be wanted by a man, the way you… — Cara McKenna Copy Share Image
“My flatmate’s away for the weekend. If you fancied meeting against every wall in the place.” — Cara McKenna Copy Share Image
“Okay. We've got about twenty minutes before I get mean again.' She laughed, relieved the night was still young, 'What are you, some kind… — Cara McKenna Copy Share Image
“My mouth could deny my interest in Kelly all day long, but my pussy didn’t lie. He felt like more than a single person.… — Cara McKenna Copy Share Image
“It’s a sign of weakness to feel stuff, in prison. To care. To admit you’re lonely, or sad, or that you’re aching for somebody. Writing to you was the only time I got to get that stuff out of me. I just wrote down whatever needed to come out.” “I think you may be the most romantic man I’ve ever… — Cara McKenna Copy Share
“Whatever happened to you being Mr. Control, and me just keeping my pretty mouth shut?” “Guess I like what comes out of your mouth, as much as I care about what might go in.” I smacked his arm and he laughed. “I dunno,” he said, shrugging. “I like the way you fuck. You’re even more fun when I let you… — Cara McKenna Copy Share
“After a moment’s hesitation, he (Jeremy) asked, “Would you ever ask her to do this for you? Bring another woman in…” He stopped speaking as Rasul grasped him once again by the shoulder, thumb pressed uncomfortably close to his throat. Rasul blinked and stared past Jeremy’s face, seeming thoughtful for several seconds before speaking. His words were slow and cold.… — Cara McKenna Copy Share
“kitchenette, tidy but cast in a sickly glow by the fluorescent bulbs. Dennis looked about fifty, with gold-rimmed glasses and a professorial goatee, and… — Cara McKenna Copy Share Image
“Whores wear read… Pink’s just red with some cream mixed in, you silly slut.” — Cara McKenna Copy Share Image
