Marriage Of Convenience Quotes

“She’s Dante’s daughter and Vittorio’s granddaughter. Machiavellianism runs in her dirty blood.”
― Noyar Cecil, Obsession He Craves

“I said to him, "Krystal, to walk away you gotta leave something behind. I'll marry you on the condition that a wig never touch your head again." He agreed and we've been inseparable ever since. And we'll continue to be. Right, Yitzhak?”
― John Cameron Mitchell, Hedwig and the Angry Inch

“In my opinion, most marriages are based either on money or the fear of being alone.”
― Daniel Silva

“Obsession is what remains when love forgets its soul and decays into fixation, when every heartbeat becomes an echo of theirs.”
― Noyar Cecil, Obsession He Craves

“The most dangerous weapon I ever created… was my muse. The woman behind it ruined me.”
― Noyar Cecil, Obsession He Craves

“I had this woman. The devotion in her voice, the worship in those molten brown eyes—I had the world. But then I destroyed it. And now I’ve got nothing but ashes.”
― Noyar Cecil, Obsession He Craves

“She’s always in my head, like an unsolved puzzle. She has always been a mystery. And the more I learn about her, the more confused I become.”
― Noyar Cecil, Obsession He Craves

“So are we clear? You are my slave for the next three months, if that term helps you understand your position better.”
― Noyar Cecil, Obsession He Craves

“Sorry to disappoint you Mr. Bennett, I have zero interest in you.”
― Noyar Cecil, Obsession He Craves

“I’d be an idiot to feel something for him when he’s already taken.”
― Noyar Cecil, Obsession He Craves

“For the first time, I feel her waist, exactly like I imagined. Soft. Supple. Covered in a layer of warmth that clings to my palms like a perfectly worn leather grip on a trusted sidearm.”
― Noyar Cecil, Obsession He Craves

“I’m not supposed to act on the thoughts that cross my mind. Obviously. Even if I wanted to act on them, I can’t. How can I act on the thought of touching his jaw to know how his stubble feels? Or the thought of licking his lips to see if they carry the scent of tobacco? Or the thought of tracing his abs just to know if they’re as hard as his chest?”
― Noyar Cecil, Obsession He Craves

“She’s facing the ocean, her black waves dancing in the night breeze, the moonlight brushing against her skin. Muse.”
― Noyar Cecil, Obsession He Craves

“Fucking hell, muse. What are you doing to me?”
― Noyar Cecil, Obsession He Craves

“Damn it. She even smells delicious.”
― Noyar Cecil, Obsession He Craves

“Don’t force me to show you exactly how much of this is my concern.”
― Noyar Cecil, Obsession He Craves

“You look so pretty like this,” he murmurs.
“Ruined and untouched, all at once.”
― Noyar Cecil, Obsession He Craves

“I can see your dirty thoughts written all over your face, wife. Keep your focus on the meeting so I can do the same.”
― Noyar Cecil, Obsession He Craves

“Now breathe in,” he murmurs, even more seductively. “Out.”
And my damned brain imagines something very not meditation-related.”
― Noyar Cecil, Obsession He Craves

“Is your head spinning better now, dear wife?”
― Noyar Cecil, Obsession He Craves

“Tell me you want me, Abigail.”
― Noyar Cecil, Obsession He Craves

“You have no idea what you are to me.”
― Noyar Cecil, Obsession He Craves

“Run all the way to the middle of the ocean!” he calls behind me.
“Let me see who saves you today!”
― Noyar Cecil, Obsession He Craves

“Look at you. Tied up in my favorite tie, dripping for forgiveness you’re not getting.”
― Noyar Cecil, Obsession He Craves

“I murmur, “Don’t call me your wife.”
He whispers, “I will. That word tells me you’re mine. My wife. My Abigail. My muse.”
― Noyar Cecil, Obsession He Craves

“He rubs my cheek with his knuckles, his eyes following the movement like a man possessed.
“Unreal. Maddening.”
His darkened amber eyes lift to mine. “Muse.”
― Noyar Cecil, Obsession He Craves

“I hate you, Alexander.”
“Hate me, muse,” he whispers in trembling voice. “Hate me all you want, but come back to me. Hate me. Love me. Fight me. But do it in my arms.”
― Noyar Cecil, Obsession He Craves

“I have everything without you, wife, and it means nothing. I don’t want anything but you.”
― Noyar Cecil, Obsession He Craves

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“Every morning I wake up with butterflies, just knowing I get to love you another day.”
― Rita A. Gordon, London Calling