Quotes About Intimacy

Desire wrapped its arms around her and held her still, helpless, able only to breathe.

She and Eric were not looking at each other, but I could tell that, in the way of some couples, they were intensely aware of each other's body language and were exchanging a private communication.

Begu was the only person who didn't make her angry. With Begu she didn't have to think.

I studied her, one bare foot tucked underneath her, the other swinging back and forth, and remembered the scent of sleepy, naked woman.

I had seen her vulnerable, now she wanted to see me.

For now that they sat close Peretur understood that the cool depths she had dreamt of lived as much in this woman as in the lake.

Her knuckles smelled of garlic and, faintly, that sleepy, buttery-toast scent my brain was already beginning to recognize.

She reached out as if to touch me and for a second I thought I felt her fingers on my cheek, then realized I was crying.

I meant simply to steady her, but she softened into me, almost sagged, and my arm tightened, and my need, and she let herself go so that I was half holding her up with one arm and pulling her pants down with the other.

Kissing her was not like kissing Julia, who had been all length and plum softness, and whose messages had been very clear. Kick was like a powerful trapped beast. She stirred restlessly, one hand in the small of my back, pulling me closer, one on my shoulder pushing me away. I eased to one side, weight on my right elbow, head propped on my hand. I stroked her belly. The muscle loosened. She sighed. The sigh sounded as though it had a smile in it. I smiled in the dark.

You have thrown out a signal bright enough to draw any who can hear and see; now they will be clamouring to enter you, to know you, to have you as a bee might climb inside a flower. And like a bee they will strip you bare and leave you heavy will all that makes you who you are.

Gwladus stood before her, close enough to smell. Hild didn't look up. If she did, she would pull Gwladus close and never let her go.

She laid her hand, brief and light as a drift of hawthorn blossom, on Hild's head.

He looked so small and wounded in his bright jacket that I opened my arms and pulled him in. He wrapped his hands around my hips, leaned his forehead on my breastbone and wept. He smelled of woodsmoke and tea.

She breathed in and out, in and out. He breathed as fast as she did. She felt the muscles sliding over his ribs. He smelt of thyme and mead and that iron-and-salt tang that made her nostrils flare.

He held her gaze this time, though it made him sweat, and this time it was she who looked away.

It was good to feel the living movement between two bodies, to feel the feedback, play with some of the strength.

Her skin felt marvellously alive beneath mine. We moved back and forth, and my belly warmed, and I knew hers warmed, too, as we revolved around the gym and each other, a planet and each other, a planet and its satellite turning about the sun.

I sipped, and the hot liquor eased the pain in the center of my chest, warmed the unfallen tears, made me long to bury my face in a woman's hair. In Julia's hair.

He drinks coffee. I kill the people who mess with his girlfriends.

Wolf eyes," she whispered, and I could feel her breath on my throat, "so pale and hungry.

I had not heard her laugh before. It was subtle and warm as swirled brandy.

Now when she spied on women and men she crept close and closer, closer than was safe, because she was drawn to the curve of a lip, the gleam of sweat on a throat, and she longed to feel the weigh of glossy hair on her skin.

For a moment my face hung near the opening of her robe, and I breathed in the soft, buttered-toast scent of sleepy, naked woman.