Quotes About Intimacy

I've always loved you," he whispered. "What a coincidence," she whispered back. "I've always loved you, too.

love you. You're my home. And I want you forever.

I wanna be everything," he said, his mouth against her ear. "Wanna be the reason you light up. I wanna make you laugh, make you moan, make you safe.

I wanna be where all your paths end." He nipped her earlobe. "I wanna do everything you do to me." He pulsed his finger then, and she came with a shuddery cry. "You're hired," she breathed.

Maybe that's what real adult love was. Being fearless enough to hold each other close no matter how catastrophic the world became.

I want to be the thought that lulls you to sleep. The memory that gets you off.

squeezes, their secret I love you code.

Then he met Eva, and she breathed the same air. She stuck to his bones, imprinted herself on his brain—and thoroughly rearranged his world, in the best way.

When someone went too long without touch, they became hypersensitive to the slightest graze. There was truth to it. Last weekend, Eva had almost had an orgasm when her hairstylist shampooed her. And her hairstylist was a grandmother of six.

How," she started, "do you explain this to people?" "I don't." "That simple, huh?" Eva was awed. "It's ours," he said simply. "Sacred.

Eva bit her lip, trying to keep her guilty, thrilled smile from spreading. Shane. She'd divulged all to him.

cracked her open, and she'd come spilling out, slow and sweet as honey. She wanted to hate letting him get inside again. She'd been so willing to give it all up.

Is Eight based on a real person? You describe her so intimately. It's like I'm peeking in on something I shouldn't see." "Do you think Eight's real?" "Definitely," she said, nodding. "Then she is." "That's not an answer." "I know." He grinned.

You wanted to either pinch his cheeks or beg him for a hard fuck on a soft surface.

Lizette would never get it. Eva needed her for everything. She'd just never had her.

Years ago, she'd thought love wasn't real unless it drew blood

I wanted to drown in your fucking bathwater

The day had left him in knots, and now Shane had a restless, bone-deep itch to be in her vicinity. He wanted to watch her do things, say things. Hold her hand, make her laugh. Fuck her senseless. Give her everything she hadn't had in so long. Give her the best of him.

felt passion like that once," Belinda mused. "Remember Kai, the bouncer from that Bushwick hookah spot? He fucked the soul out of me one evening, and I turned over and wrote a sonnet called 'Skyscrapers Penetrating the Night Sky.

Whether I lose you for years or wake up to your face every morning. I love you. You're my home. And I want you forever.

I want to be everything", he said, his mouth against her ear. "I want to be the reason you light up. I want to make you laugh, make you moan, make you safe. I want to be the thought that lulls you to sleep, the memory that gets you off. I want to be where all your paths end. I want to do everything you do to me.

Arousal through biting is a thing, you know. It's called odaxelagnia,

Move," he said again. "This is a dangerous game, Jenna." "Why?" "'Cause I'm seconds from fucking the shit out of you.

She understood it was her job to be whatever he needed—if he wanted to take his time, she was Slow-Mo Flo. If he wanted it fast, she was Quickie Chickie. He fucked her how and when he wanted to.