Quotes About Intimacy

he kisses me, sweet and raw. 'I missed you,' I whisper against his skin and feel dizzy with the intimacy of the admission, feel more naked than when he could see every inch of me. 'In the mortal world, when I thought you were my enemy, I still missed you.' 'My sweet nemesis, how glad I am that you returned.' He pulls my body against his, cradling my head against his chest.

Cardan stands over me. His jacket is thrown on a nearby chair, the velvet soaked through with some dark substance. His white sleeves are rolled up, and he's washing my hands with a wet cloth. Getting the blood off them. I try to speak, but my mouth feels like it is full of honey. I slide back into the syrupy dark.

Cardan lies on the rug with one arm propping up his head and the other slung across Jude's waist. He understands everything and nothing he sees on the screen- just as he understands everything and nothing about being here with her family. He feels like a feral cat that might bite out of habit.

If I am undressed, he will know me.

I think of all the good things that come from someone knowing you well enough to understand your hopes and fears.

I hated you," Jude reassures him, bringing her mouth to his.

He presses his mouth to the pulse point of my wrist, racing in time with my heart. 'Mock me all you like. Whatever I imagined then, now it is I who would beg and grovel for a kind word from your lips.' His eyes are black with desire. 'By you, I am forever undone.

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

I tried to kill you,' she reminds me. 'You've described pretty much every important relationship in my life,' I return.

He and Jericho and Sarah were my best friends

He leans in for a kiss and

It takes us a long time to wend our way back down the stairs. My hands are in his hair. His mouth is on my neck. My back is against the ancient stone wall. Everything is slow and perfect and makes no sense at all. This can't be my life. This feels nothing like my life.

I imagine Locke taking my hands tonight, imagine him sweeping me around the hill.

when he kisses me, i feel as though i can finally breathe again

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.

Cardan looks at me as though he's never seen me before. He looks at me as though no one has ever spoken to him like this, maybe no one has.

You sure you brought me here just to talk?' 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 grabs hold of my wrist. I am shocked by the sensation of his skin warm against mine. 'Take care,' he says, and then smiles. 'It would be very dull to have to sit here for an entire day just because you went and got yourself killed.' 'My last thought would be of your boredom.

Exactly,' Cardan says, reaching out a finger to trace the shape of my ear. The curve, I realise. I shudder, eyes closing against the hot spike of shame. He keeps talking, but he seems to realise what he's been doing and snatches his hand away. Now we're both ashamed.

Her fingers are cold against his flushed skin. It's nice. He hopes she won't take them away.

Kiss me until I am sick of it... if you're the sickness, I suppose you can't also be the cure.

You want to know what I did to make him raise me up?' I ask, leaning toward her, close enough that she can feel the warmth of my breath. 'I kissed him on the mouth, and then I threatened to kiss him some more if he didn't do exactly what I wanted.' 'Liar,' she hisses. 'If you're such good friends,' I say, repeating her own words back to her with malicious satisfaction, 'why don't you ask him?

Aren't you ever careless?' he asked. 'Always, with you.

Once you're wed, if you want to take other lovers, she better be with you when you do it and she better be into it. If it's not fun for everyone, it's not happening.