Quotes About Intimacy

She ran her tongue over his bottom lip,took the drops of blood she'd called forth with her quick bite into her mouth,then blew on the tiny wound."That's all the healing you get from this veana tonight.Feel better?

Please, Deacon," she begged. "Come inside me. Fuck me. Please." "There's nowhere in the world I'd rather be," he whispered against her wet nipple. "God, Mackenzie, I think you own me, Darlin'.

His fingers fucked her slowly as he lowered his head and purred."Oh,so beautiful.So pink.Every inch of you cries for me.Eating your sweet pussy makes my cock cry too." He covered her clit with his mouth and drew the bud into his wet heat,suckling it as he'd suckled her swollen tit.

Grinning like the arrogant bastard he was,Lucian dipped his head and,with his teeth,drew her shirt all the way up to her neck."Tell me you don't belong to me." Bron gasped as the cool air hit her skin. "I don't belong to you." He kissed the curve of her breast,then down to her belly."Oh,lass,the scent of your wet pussy says different.

So pink and swollen,"Jean-Baptiste whispered,his fingers easing her lips apart,one brushing over the sensitive bud of her clit.

His nostrils flared then,and he lifted his head."Oh,God,Princess.Your scent.As much as I would love to see you work your cunt again,up close and personal this time,I must have you,taste you.Fuck,I want to drown in you,bury my face in your pussy and lap up every drop." ~Lucian Roman

Part your legs for me,lass," he commanded on a growl."Wide,so I can go deep,drink deep.Fuck your sweet cunt with my tongue." ~Lucian Roman

My Kate,"he uttered with a deep groan."My sweet Kate."He took her with one last earth-shattering thrust,and as she suckled his neck,as her cunt suckled his cock,Nicholas spilled hot seed into her body.

You saw me." Sara gasped and whirled around.Naked and aroused,nostrils flaring and fangs bared,Alexander towered over her,his mere presence forcing her back against the stone wall of the frigid tunnel.

Alexander leaned down,whispered in her ear,"If he touches you,"he said,lapping at the sensitive skin of her lobe,"I swear I will hunt him down and rip out his heart.

Why is he following me? Why are you following me?" He grabbed her arm. "D'Sayre is trying to learn your secrets. Me? I just want a kiss." He pulled her into his embrace and pressed his lips to hers.

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Maybe they know what I know, that the true way to a man's heart is six inches of metal between his ribs. Sometimes four inches will do the job, but to be really sure, I like to have six.

Accidental sex. He made it sound like I fell down, and there just happened to be an erection in the way.

A first kiss, I think, should be important, special. It should be with the person you want to kiss more than anybody in the world.

Maybe it's our bodies' way of telling us we were meant to be. Or maybe I, like, cuddle raped him or something.

Or maybe I, like, cuddle raped him or something.

I'm guessing I'm your fake girlfriend?" B. J. Asks, sighing. It's a miracle that he figured it out. He's not usually the best with things that aren't spelled out for him. "Of course, sweetie, " I say. I try not to think about the fact that I'm talking to B. J. Like we're in love. B. J. Is six-foot-four and 220 pounds. Not someone you want to think about being intimate with.

You are definitely not a slut," Jasmine says, putting her arms around her. "Having sex with a guy you like does not make you a slut. Now if you start having sex with every guy you like, then we'll reclassify you according to level of skankiness.

insofar as an American thinks that the sex he or she is having is an intimate, private thing constructed within a space governed by personal consent, she or he is having straight sex, straight sex authorized by national culture; she or he is practicing national heterosexuality...

La voz en off (en Rosetta y La promesse ) sería algo así como "Quédate junto a mí, no me avasalles, no digas nada, no interfieras con mi deseo de imaginarme cómo se sentiría que reconocieses mis necesidades, di algo, dame algo, intentémoslo, quedémonos callados".

Like I need to play on the Wii when you're there willing to f*** me. Video games are what men invented to fill the sex void. Any man who chooses video games over sex deserves to live in his mother's basement with his mint-condition, in box Star Wars figurines and his real doll.

I carry this thing between us, like a weight. A good weight, in my pocket. I reach out and hold it from time to time like a wonderful secret. I will always have that. I will never feel this way about another woman, ever. My heart will be yours forever, no matter who shares your bed, no matter whose children you bear. I'm here." He tapped her chest. "And you're here." He tapped his own.

That's love. Real love is scary. Because you know what you stand to lose.