Quotes About Intimacy

Las dagas —susurró él— y las vainas van siempre juntas. Y tu vaina solo conocerá mi daga.

Don't worry. There's a manual—it began with information about intimate physical interaction, but now has a growing section on emotional connection and how to nurture it.

You are here," he said in a tone that made her heart thump wildly against her ribs, "because you belong to me.

Solo mirarte me proporciona el placer más intenso que jamás haya sentido.

I know." He leaned forward, pressed his forehead against hers. "Just . . . give me a little time. I've never had someone who was mine before.

God, I love you." She kissed his temple and for a second it felt like something in him responded.

Tammy's eyes widened. "Oh, my God, Dorian, it's not only lust, is it? You're starting to fall for her. She matters." Tammy was wrong, Dorian thought, looking out and into the yard again. The truth was, he'd already fallen for her.

I'm old enough now, and I want someone to play with like you play with Janvier and Raphael does with Elena. Even Dmitri plays with Honor." This seemed to fascinate him. "The rules are secret in each game. I want to have secret rules with a woman who . . ." A long pause. "A woman who knows me, understands what I am, and who wants to have secret rules with me.

She moaned. "We can't just keep having sex." "Why not? We've got months of frustration built up.

You made me fall in love with you. You don't get to go now!

I know when a man's hungry. And if you'd use your woman parts more often, you'd know, too!

Be with me." Kit froze against him, a flesh and blood statue. "I can't be what you need," he whispered against the side of her head. "But be with me anyway.

You are so perfect for me"—hot words against her lips—"I'd steal you if you weren't already mine.

The man I was, the man I am, the man I will be, the man I want to be, they all belong to you. Always.

Flirt with him if you want, Honor, but you're mine.

As long as I can throw you on the bed like a caveman and pummel you to orgasm with my love-club, I'm good.

I love you." Steel-gray eyes held her own. "You're my heart.

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. —Handwritten note from Max to Sophia

I'd kiss you over and over because I love the taste of you, but I'd have to play with those pretty, pretty breasts. I'd suck and lick and maybe even bite a little. You don't mind teeth, do you, Grace?

Mercy closed her eyes, the better to savor the most incredible pleasure she'd ever felt. She was never ever going to accuse Riley of being uncreative again. The man had plenty of imagination. Plenty. His tongue was doing things to her that she knew were illegal somewhere, and—"Riley!" Her body shook under the force of a wickedly powerful orgasm as he closed his mouth over her clit, sucking hard.

Random sex isn't my style." "Who said anything about random?" Another teasing brush, another rush of exquisite pleasure. "I plan to have sex with you on a regular basis.

I said I would kiss you. I never said where I would kiss you." [...] "A kiss between two people is, by definition, on the lips," she argued. [...] "But this isn't about two people kissing. It's me kissing you .

He didn't care about the cameras, just wanted to touch her. He could do that now without crossing dangerous lines because Kit thought it was all make-believe. But when he wrapped her hand firmly in his and held it against his thigh, he meant it. And when he tugged her close to his side and leaned down to nuzzle at her hair, he meant that too. As he did his words when he released her hand to wrap his arm around her shoulders. "I'm glad you're here.

Ms. Baird," he said, using her formal title because it made her pay attention, "have I or have I not made it clear that I would like you in my bed?