Quotes About Intimacy

She'd never been more beautiful—at his mercy, covered in his seed, and marked so that any man who saw her would know she was fucking owned. He wanted to tattoo his name across her ass and keep her tied up like this all day, ready and waiting for his cock.

Ruger liked a touch of pain, I decided, so I did my best to crush him with my inner muscles. I'm generous that way.

He shoved up my shirt, exposing the red satin bra I'd decided to wear while cleaning his house for no particular reason I cared to acknowledge.

I'd lick him all over and massage his butt if he asked.

I'm totally down with angry hate sex – especially since it's usually followed by hot makeup sex – but this is our first time. It should be sweet. Happy. It should be so fucking beautiful that unicorns dance on the ceiling and my dick shoots rainbows instead of come. We can fight later.

You can bullshit all you want about sex and one-night stands, but I'm not done with you yet and you know it. I get what I want, and I want you.

one of those guys you just want to shove down and lick all over. Which I did, actually. He's nasty in bed, too, never tried some of that shit before. Pierced dick. I shit you not.

My eyes dropped back down to his lips. They were full and way too soft for a guy, which I knew for a fact because they'd been all over my neck earlier. Yup, I'd definitely suck on those, given the chance. I'd suck on them for a good long time. Then I'd start moving down, trying out that pierced nipple on the way down to his cock.

I just want to get laid, though. Do you think any of the guys in your club are available? I don't want a boyfriend, just a friend with benefits. Someone I can fuck and then ditch, guilt-free, when it gets old.

She wanted me as much as I wanted her. And yeah, I realize that makes me sound like an egotistical ass, but this wasn't my first rodeo. I saw the lust in her eyes, and the way she licked her lips and stared at my mouth. This wasn't a one-way street, not even close.

Who are you?" I asked, the hard pressure between my legs sending waves of need and desire through me. But I wasn't some little girl to be manipulated by lust. "Told you – my name is Gage. I'm with the Reaper's motorcycle club, and I'll be the man fucking you from now on.

It's not like we're a couple." "My dick was inside you three hours ago," he replied, eyes narrowing. "I don't know what that makes us, but it's fair to say we've moved past landlord and tenant.

It's a feeling which tells me that any woman can be beautiful in the eyes of a man who loves her.

For me so far, falling in love has been nothing like fishing. It is more like making music. Trying to find a melody and matching the words, and then when they're together, getting lost in it. Carried away. You carry it in your body so that sometimes it bursts out of you and other times it's quiet and so unconscious that you're humming and you don't even notice it.

Te puedo dar todo -añadía- excepto entusiasmo", nos vimos tres veces, la cuarta se vino a dormir. Apenas llegó Se instaló para siempre en mi vida. No hay nada mejor Que encontrar un amor a medida.

A ti que me has ganado con un naipe marcado la partida, a ti que te has colado en el coto privado de mi vida.

Quando se ama deveras e se está com o objeto do amor, não se recorda, não se deseja, não se quer mais nada!

The best definition of love in the world is not worth one kiss from the girl you love.

For the next couple of weeks she held Peter like a secret in her heart, lying right under her necklace. I could see him written on her face, and Tik Tok, too, seemed to catch shadows of him, because he'd stop to stare at her, puzzled, as if he'd just seen the boy flit across her eyes-seen the ghost of the kiss lingering for a second on the skin of her neck before disappearing.

She felt the warmth of Peter's arm under her neck, and it almost felt like he was an extension of her, and like if they had souls, they lay somewhere snug between their two bodies. Maybe all of her strangeness, her curse, her always feeling like an outsider, had all existed so that she could belong here, with Peter.

When they made up, it was as if nothing had happened at all. In fact, it was like they were stuck even closer together, like they had gotten even more tangled in each other.

Sometimes Peter and Tiger Lily fought. A fight between them looked like this: Peter, head swirling with anger, waving his arms around and expressing five thoughts at once about why she was wrong and he was right; Tiger Lily, curling up inside like a rock, stone-faced, listening but at the same time refusing to hear. She hated his need to always win and he hated her coldness during their arguments.

It was almost as if he was giving her his silence, so that all of her anger had a place to go.

If there was a true moment that Tiger Lily fell so in love with Peter she could never turn back, it was that night, when he shivered and walked and told her he was warm, and told her he loves her so much.