Quotes About Intimacy

Then her mouth is sliding against mine. Her lips open, soft and yielding. Our teeth click together, and she tastes like every dark thought I've ever had.

what I want to do is hide under a table in the brugh with Cardan until I can finally convince myself he's all right. And maybe make out with his face, if he's feeling up to that

I hate that he knows what he's doing and I don't. I hate being vulnerable. I hate that I throw my head back, baring my throat. I hate the way I cling to him, the nails of one hand digging into his back, my thoughts splintering, and the single last thing in my head: that I like him better than I've ever liked anyone and that of all the things he's ever done to me, making me like him so much is by far the worst.

He's quiet then. We lie next to each other, twin corpses waiting for burial.

Cardan's fingers dig into my back. He's trembling, and whether it is from ebbing magic or horror, I am not sure. But he holds me as though I am the only solid thing in the world.

sometimes knowing someone for a long time seemed more important than liking them.

I have heard for mortals, the feeling of falling in love is very much like the feeling of fear

Hazel kissed boys for all kinds of reasons -- because they were cute, because she was a little drunk, because she was bored, because they let her, because it was fun, because they looked lonely, because it blotted out her fears for a while, because she wasn't sure how many kisses she had left.

But I can't pretend that I don't like the sound of him screaming my name.

My gaze cuts toward Cardan. I walk over to him, squat down, and begin to prize off his royal ring. He tries to pull his hand out og my grasp, but hes tied in such a way that he cant. I yank it off his finger. I hate how i feel around him, the irrational panic when i touch his skin. page 262

Cardan grabs my face, fingers splayed against my neck. His breath is against my cheek. His other hand grabs my hair, winding it into a rope. --- "Get down on your knees," Cardan says, looking insufferably pleased with himself. His fury has transmuted into gloating. "Beg. Make it petty. Flowery. Worthy of me.

It turns out that having kissed someone, the possibility of kissing hangs over everything, no matter how terrible an idea it was the first time. The memory of his mouth on mine shimmers in the air between us.

He would make out with girls in front of her. He would make out with boys in front of her. He would wink at her from across rooms, daring her to criticize him.

Jude,¨ he´d said, running a hand up my calf, ¨are you afraid of me?¨ page 207

And when he kisses me, it feels as though I can finally breathe again.

I will lie down,¨ he says, letting me guide him toward his enormous bed. Once there, he does not let go of my hand. ¨Ïf you lie with me.¨ Page 308

Corny nodded, but when he moved to put the key in the ignition, Luis's hand stopped him. When he turned, their mouths met. "I'm sorry... that I've been," Luis said in between kisses,"distracted... by everything. Is it morbid... that I'm talking...?" Corny murmured something that he hoped sounded like agreement as Luis's fingers dug into his hips, pushing him up so they could crush their bodies closer together.

I do not want to consider what happened between us. I do not want to think about the way his muscles moved or how his skin felt or the soft gasping sounds he made or the slide of his mouth against mine. I definitely don't want to think about how hard I had to bite my own lip to keep quiet. Or how obvious it was that I'd never done any of the things we did, no less the things we didn't do

Now that I've started touching her, I can't seem to stop. Like somehow the language of my hands will tell her all the things I don't know how to say out loud.

Her mother bent close, the smell of whiskey and beer and sweat as familiar as any perfume to Kaye.

She wanted to tell him about Valentina and how she had to go, how she'd promised she's help, and how she would help, except that right then she didn't want to help anyone so much as to kiss him and maybe bite him again, too, but mostly kiss him and do all the things that came after kissing.

I always liked you. I should have said something, but I'm not a good person. I'm not even sure I'm a person at all." "Oh." Surprised, Charlie took his hand and folded her fingers through his. They were surprisingly solid. "You're a person. You're my person." He bent down to bring their clasped hands to his lips.

You have carried my heart in your hands tonight," he said. "But I have felt as if you have carried it long before that.

The problem with coming through something terrible and big is that afterward, you're left feeling all the feelings that you shoved down and pushed away. For many long days, I have been terrified, and now, when I ought to be feeling great, what I want to do is hide under a table in the brugh with Cardan until I can finally convince myself he's all right. And maybe make out with his face, if he's feeling up to that.