Top 200 Danielle Lori Quotes (2024 Update)
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51. “Why do you kiss me?” I sighed into his mouth when he kissed me with a sweet pull. “Because you’re the only woman who’s ever tempted me.” His lips brushed mine. “Because you love it.” The last one was soft, with a possessive bite. “Because every part of you is mine.”

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52. “You sound angry, Elena.” Nicolas’s voice was tainted with something dangerous. “Maybe you should cool off.” My brows knitted. “What? No – ” I never got to finish what I had to say. Because, with one hand on my side, Nicolas pushed me into the pool.”

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53. “D’yavol may have stolen my breath. But I gave him my heart.”

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54. “Nico didn’t treat me like glass. He shattered the reflection of an empty life staring back at me. He taught me how to soar.”

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55. “A wave of shock rolled through me when the pad of his finger traced the hem of my swimsuit bottoms that still bared too much of my ass. My breath stopped when his other hand slid up my side and gripped my waist, beneath my breast.”

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56. “I smiled against his lips, pulling back to say, “It’s cute that you wear it.” He smacked my ass hard enough to sting. “Almost” – I gasped as he sucked on the sensitive spot behind my ear – “romantic.” A.”

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57. “Like regret, there wasn’t room for hate. Hate changed someone’s make-up. It made them reckless. Hate killed its host. I never let myself hate because I loved to live.”

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58. “I’m going to die,” I choked out, not able to drag a deep enough breath into my lungs. “Never, malyshka.” It was soft and vehement. “Come here.”

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59. “I’m going to ruin every part of your body for any other man, malyshka, and you’re going to thank me when I’m done.”

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60. “Which hand did he use?”

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61. “I was here against my will no longer mattered when I knew he’d fill the void inside me. In one way, at least.”

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62. “She was mine. And I’d kill anyone who told me otherwise.”

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63. “You want to know why I don’t touch you?” I shook my head. “Because if I did, I wouldn’t stop. Not until I’d snuffed out that pretty fire in your eyes.” His gaze flashed. “Don’t shut yourself in a room with me again, Gianna.”

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64. “I didn’t sleep with her.” Relief settled in my chest. And that annoyed me. “Didn’t ask,” I said. “I didn’t even touch her.” “Don’t care.” “The clasp on my watch broke. I left it on the table at dinner.” “Riveting.”

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65. “Moya zvezdochka.”

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66. “He gripped the back of my neck, spun me around, and slammed his lips against mine. Anger still brimmed inside me, and I pushed against his hard chest, but I might as well be trying to move a wall. “Don’t fight me,” he said roughly against my lips. “You won’t win.”

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67. “I’d always imagined love as a concept – a genuine smile, a couple holding hands, a life partner. Now, I knew it was more dimensional; a maddening, possessive, and overwhelming presence that bloomed in your chest, with the power to make you feel so alive or shatter you to pieces.”

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68. “Every word she said was a little genuine piece of her. I wanted to collect them all.”

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69. “You can always tell by the eyes. I envied him at that moment. His were an ocean beneath ice, where nothing but the darkest creatures could thrive, while mine were a wide open plain. He saw everything. Every bruise.”

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70. “I was a moth moving toward the flame, until I stood close enough for my wings to ignite.”

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71. “I’m not going to be able to make it.” I pouted. “I made plans with my cat weeks ago.”

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72. “He grabbed my wrist. His grip felt like a band of fire; rough, calloused fire. A cool breath of fear mixed with something boiling hot leaked into my bloodstream.”

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73. “He laughed. Softly, darkly. The kind of laugh that has no good intentions.”

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74. “There’s nowhere you could go that I couldn’t find you.”

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75. “You’re no longer a virgin. I had the proof of that all over my cock.” Who said romance was dead?”

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76. “Every savage can dance.” – Jane Austen.”

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77. “I breathed against his lips, “Tell me you love me again.” “I love you, malyshka.” “I love you, too, you know?” He stilled, and then a rough sound rumbled in his chest. He lifted me so my eyes were level with his, brushed his lips across mine, and said in a deep, almost apologetic rasp, “I’m never letting you go now.”

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78. “For the third time – I’m not hungry.” “It’s the depression,” Nonna whispered to my mamma. I exhaled. “I’m not depressed.”

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79. “His hands remained braced on the frame above me. Hot and wet, he kissed a path down my neck that set off sparks deep in my core. My vision turned hazy, a heavy heartbeat pounding between my legs. I was a combustible ball of fire burning hotter every second.”

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80. “Finally, the black-hearted Russo knows what it’s like to be whipped.”

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81. “I’m moving back to New York.” My heart dropped. “What? Why?” His gaze touched mine as he said, “I missed the city.” Oh. “You called me flighty,” I breathed. “I meant perfect.”

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82. “And then my sister stared ahead and muttered two little words that would change both of our lives forever. “I’m pregnant.”

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83. “Hands braced on the bar, he only watched me unclasp his watch. My breath grew dense in my lungs. I was simply removing his watch, yet somehow, it felt like I was undoing his belt.”

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84. “His palm ran from my hip to my lower stomach. Heat curled inside me with the smallest amount of pressure from his hand. Each finger burned through the fabric while his lips brushed the nape of my neck. My insides were melting, dissolving into nothing but memory as he softly bit down and then licked the skin. I gripped the edge of the countertop, a moan crawling up my throat.”

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85. “His jaw tightened, and his fingers gripped the inside of my thigh. Sparks ran from the heat of his hand straight to my clit, all my blood drumming in that area. He’d only have to run a palm across the fabric to realize how disturbed I was, how wet this was making me. How much I wanted him.”

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86. “How about because I love you, Gianna? Because I think I have since the moment I saw you? Because if you weren’t in this world anymore, I would find a way to take myself out of it?”

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87. “He smelled so good. Felt so good. Like comfort, security, and need, all in one. There was a name to it, but I didn’t know what.”

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88. “He pressed his lips to my ear, running his thumb across the fluttering pulse in my throat. “I’ll say when this is over, Gianna.”

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89. “He looked at the dessert in my hands as though he’d never tried sugar before. He nodded toward it. “Chocolate?” “Arsenic.” “My favorite.”

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90. “Burn that shirt.” He then left without another word. I glanced down at my pink Yankees t-shirt. I guessed Nico was a Red Sox fan. We really wouldn’t work out now.”

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91. “I only spoke Italian when I wanted to curse. I hardly ever swore, except for damn, hell, and maybe ass with a hole on the end now that I’d met Nicolas.”

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92. “I almost didn’t hear him over how shirtless he was.”

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93. “Keep digging yourself into a hole, Celia,” Nonna muttered, taking a sip of coffee. “You’ll be to China in no time.”

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94. “Because you’ll fall in love with her,” she said. “And she won’t love you back.” The chatter was low, Elvis Presley’s Can’t Help Falling In Love a little quieter. The soft lighting sparkled off the glass view of the city, and Nicolas’s black-suited form.”

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95. “A car alarm sounded from somewhere on the street, but the noise barely registered as his eyes followed his hands over my body. He wasn’t kissing me anymore. Just touching me, in the soft sound of our breaths and the patter of rain.”

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96. “If you want to turn me in, so be it. I’d go back to prison for you, kotyonok, but when I get out, there’d better be an ocean between us.”

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97. “I’d let him inside of me. And now I’d never get him out.”

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98. “How could I say every strand was mine any clearer than washing it every goddamn night?”

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99. “Whiskey and flame. Sleepless nights. Tattooed skin, white t-shirts, and rough hands. Love and lust and happiness. He was everything.”

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100. “We’ll figure the rest out. But I’m not letting you go.” His jaw clenched, eyes fierce. “I can’t.” He meant what he said.”

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