Quotes About Intimacy

I wanted to deal with someone's idea of their relationship.

You've been a part of me forever. Don't you know that? I breathe your name in every exhalation.

The beatings didn't begin until the third week of the new relationship. Scotty didn't climb in bed with Angel until the forth week.

I am a relationship girl. That's kind of just how I'm made... When you're in my life, it's actually very contained.

This was the scene she saw in her mind. What he needed--or at least wanted. Submission. Stepping around the chair, she stood before him. Dropping the sheet she had used to wrap around herself, she stood before him, naked, listening to his sharp inhalation of breath. Then, she lay at his feet, just as she saw in his mind. "No," he whispered, but she knew this was what he wanted. Her to come to him willingly. To accept him as he was.

I'm a hedonist, and you, Jane, my wife, should know that about me. You've shared my body and bed, you know things about me that no other soul on earth does. Who can I not be a sensualist with than, you, Jane? Who else to act out my wicked fantasies, than the woman who inspires them? There is no shame in fantasies, in pleasure. Who other than us needs to know what we've done, what brings the other pleasure?

The power of a kiss is a heady pleasure, one that teases the mind, warms the heart, lifts the soul and tempts the body.

Jane," he whispered as the streaks of dawn broke through their bedroom window. "Once more. In the daylight, so I can see you with the sun upon your skin." And she rolled over, smiled, and held open her arms to him, welcoming him home at last.

Clasping her to him, he hugged her for a long while and she felt his guilt and fear subside. "Do you want to see something very special—something magical?" Giggling she whispered, "You already showed me that this morning." He swatted her bottom. "Minx! Not that!

He knew how to touch her, how hard to thrust, when to roll his hips, when and how to angle himself so she could not only feel him inside her, but rubbing against her clitoris, brushing, sensitizing. The fiend knew how to make her agony last, how to suspend it until he would allow her to reach out for it and surrender.

I'm still scared, still wanting to run at times when I look into your eyes and wonder how I will ever be the sort of man you deserve. I want so much to deserve you. To be worthy of a woman like you.

How will I accomplish such a thing?" he said, and her lashes fluttered closed as his bottom lip scraped gently up the curve of her chin. "I'll be everywhere you are. Your very shadow.

But this night is not through. We've made love. And now, to the bed, where the f*cking will commence.

She followed the melting flakes, revelling in the thickness, the softness of his hair, which he wore long. She had loved to run her fingers through it before. Tug at it in mounting pleasure. Snuggle into it in the shared intimacy of their loving.

Beth…Beth… He whispered her name in his mind, unwilling to break the spell that surrounded them with any sound. He did not want to hear his voice; the only sounds he desired were the soft inhalations of Beth's breath, her sighs of pleasure, the brush of his body and hers as he loved her. She was beautiful, so perfect. He wanted to sit back and feast his eyes on her, sear her into his memory, lying like this, waiting for him.

I love your taste, my shundori," he murmured, and she felt his body tense beneath her. "I can't get enough of it. I can't get enough of you.

He wanted to offer her the comfort of his home, shelter in his arms, pleasure from his body.

He hadn't lived until he'd discovered Isabella, and the fact that he had somehow managed to give his heart to a person he didn't truly know still baffled him. But

I want this music and this dawn and the warmth of your cheek against mine. —R

Our only means of true intimacy with a child is the power of recovering our own childhood.

It is far easier to govern from a height, as it were, than from the intimacy of close personal contact. But you cannot be quite frank and easy with beings who are obviously of a higher and of another order than yourself; at least, you cannot when you are a little boy...But it is much to a child to know that he may question, may talk of the thing that perplexes him, and that there is comprehension for his perplexities.

before I die I want to see The world that lies behind the strangeness of your eyes

It was not you, it was your eyes – I spoke to them.

I want to see the world that lies behind the strangeness of your eyes.