Quotes About Intimacy

No more dancing with any male but me. No more time to learn who you are before you have to hold that personality against mine. No more freedom to explore your sensuality before I own it.

God, you're sexy when you talk Psy.

But you, you've always been the rain, the wind, inside my mind. I taste you when I sleep, when I wake, when I breathe.

Take care of my heart won't you, Sophie? It's a little odd having it outside my body-but I'm planning to steal yours to make up for it.

You're walking funny," Lucy said, a shit-eating grin on her face. Five days of out of this world sex with a starving man could do that to a girl. "You're just jealous." Brenna pushed through the door into DarkRiver's business HQ. Lucy made a mournful face. "Yes, I am. Goddamn but your man is hot. And he smiles at you! I've seen him do it, even if no one believes me.

I want no blood from you--not until we're both sweaty and naked and you're screaming my name.

How do you control your telekinesis while intimate with your mate?" "I broke a damn lot of furniture at the start, including two beds." A curious glance. "What are you doing?" "Traveling around the world.

Damn, but I like making out with you Sienna. Let's do it again tomorrow." He left to the sound of a feminine snarl. It made his lips curve into a feral smile.

Once, he hadn't been able to touch her without causing himself pain. Now, it only hurt when he didn't touch her.

I have something for you." "Yeah? What? Is it shiny?" They both waited until Indigo had jogged away before resuming their conversation. "So," Riley asked, "what have you got for me?" Taking his hand, she placed it palm-down over her heart. It would hurt like a bitch, she thought, but he was hers to protect as much as she was his. "Me." And she opened up her soul, laid herself bare.

I love you," she whispered. He stroked his hand down her back. "Yep, you do." "You're supposed to say it back," she said, pretending to be offended because the silliness kept the fear/hope at bay. "Why?" He scowled down at her. "You know you're my heartbeat.

So the big, bad, and able-to-mind-control angel thinks you're his. As in 'I don't share my woman.

You ever taunt me with Tasha again," she said in a harsh whisper when they broke the kiss to gasp for air, "and I will geld you." Raphael winced. "That would take at least a day to repair. Are you sure you want to lose my....attributes for that long?

How do you know it'll be pleasurable?" He got on the bed and lay down. Breath a whisper, she came closer and tied one wrist to the headboard. The cat growled but didn't try to make him wrench free. "Because just looking at you gives me the most extreme pleasure I've ever felt." "Christ, baby, tie me up before you start talking like that.

Her voice trembled. "I'm so glad you're mine. I won't ever let you go." This time, it was Kaleb who said, "I know," devastated at being so wanted. "You are just a little possessive.

Stay with me. I'll show you things that'll make you laugh in delight, scream in passion, cry for the sheer joy of it.

Holding her gaze, he closed the final distance between them and went down to his knees, that beautiful bruised face looking up at her.

Make me forget." A whisper, a plea. Not giving her what she wanted wasn't even an option. He switched their positions so she was under him. "Aren't you afraid I'll take advantage?" She wiped away her tears. "Please do." "Ask nice." "Why don't I make you angry instead? That gets me kissed a lot.

Riley knelt down, clasping the fur at the back of her neck. "You're fucking bruised all down your back. Why the hell didn't you tell me it hurt?" Because it didn't at the time, genius.

If I were to splay you out on my desk and thrust my fingers into you right now, I think I'd find different.

I could kiss you forever," she murmured against his lips, sucking at the lower one, playing with the upper, his body weight a luscious pressure. "I love feeling you against me." "You say such things, Elena. You will make me your slave.

Brenna's eyes widened. Raising a hand, she brushed his hair gently off his forehead. "Why do I keep telling you things I swore I'd take to my grave?" The contact shot electricity through his nerves. "Because you know I'll always be your shield against the nightmares.

Dropping her hand, she turned in his arms. Then, rising up on tiptoe, she cupped his face in her palms and drew him down. Her kiss was innocent, vulnerable, a caress so gentle that it made him her slave between one breath and the next.

Under her palm, his heart beat strong and sure. It was such a human sound, so honest, so real.