Quotes About Intimacy

Can you see me? See the man that I am? Accept me, Regin, because I'm holding onto nothing but you.

I'll shoot you so full of arrows— He held her tight. Eventually, you will run out of those. I make my own, she said between gritted teeth. O' course you do. But I consider your archery our foreplay. So—fire—away.

He lowered his hand, grumbling, "My heart doesn't fucking work right without you." She seemed to soften at that, but then she asked, "Has anything really changed?" "I've learned I need to consult you in matters, lest you decapitate me.

I plan to have you all night, love. Do we need to do something more for contraception?

He bought our foreheads together. "I would risk anything to have you." He cupped my face and leaned in, his lips brushing mine. His thumbs rubbed over my cheeks, as if he couldn't caress me enough, couldn't feel me enough.

Since you're his mate and all. And for the record, ewww.

Don't close me out." He curled his finger under my chin, all tenderness, even as he said, "How could I close you out when I never let you in?

If you want to communicate an idea to a man's brain, you talk to him through his pecker. It's like an ear horn, y'all.

An invisible force. Like two magnets.

His voice was hot-wired to my pussy. I

She'd seen a lot, and knew a lot, and she knew Wroth moved and used his body on hers—in hers—in a way that was nothing short of divine.

You knew I'd say I'd protect you? And that vexes you? Should I have said that you're shite out of luck and all on your own, but thanks for the hot fuck!

Because you're the type of woman who needs to be kissed. Hourly, softly. Fiercely." He skimmed his hand down over her hip and murmured near her ear, "Thoroughly.

Ah, lass, you're looking at my cock like you want tae give it a suck.

I was thinking about his hands on me. Nobody had ever treated me like that. Not ever. But now they had. And how was I ever going to forget it? I would never. I would never.

His gaze was so soft that she would like to wrap herself with it.

know that sounds premature, but I won't date anyone again that I can't imagine growing old with.

His torn lips didn't stop Stark's cocky smile. You're my queen, and anyone who says different can fuck off.

And before you barrel through some idiotic Cosmo girl list of how-well-do-you-know-your-man questions, let me say that I don't know squat about him except that he kisses like a god and screws like a devil.

But when he looked at her—and she looked at him—they both knew that there was something worse than kissing the wrong person. It was wanting to.

As I was saying before," he says, his eyes glued to me as I begin to writhe on the sheets beneath me, "I will allow it.

You're still my ocean," he whispers.

and I remember . . . the kisses, the taste of him, the feeling of him inside me.

I feel the weight of his chest on top of me as he finally collapses; I close my eyes and try to bring myself back to earth. I might have been safer at Dave