Quotes About Intimacy

Hell," he whispered. He swept her into his arms and leaned down to claim those plump, glistening lips. Her glorious taste thundered through him. Salty and tart like a mixture of green apples and the sea. He discovered without any real surprise that he'd craved the flavor of Charlotte Warren all his life. For

She straightened her back another degree, even as Merrick's eyelids sank lower. He looked half asleep but he remained alert to everything around him, including her increasingly frail resistance. Good heavens, he didn't have to watch her to confirm her vulnerability. Hadn't she just let him kiss her into a stupor? He hadn't mentioned the kisses. Nor had she. But every time she met his glinting silver eyes, she remembered the shocking intimacy of his tongue in her mouth.

All he noticed was Grace. Her exquisite skin, her slender curves wrapped in silk the color of sky, her lush mouth. He ripped himself from his distraction and crossed to the sideboard to pour her wine. But invisible wires connected him to her. Wires that tightened infinitesimally with every breath so the effort of keeping his hands off her became more onerous by the second.

She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply as if the air itself offered sustenance. The rise and fall of her chest only made him more aware of the beautiful shape of her breasts. They weren't large but on a woman of her extreme slenderness, they seemed miraculously voluptuous. His fingers curled at his sides as if he already tested the weight and shape of her.

She blinked and with surprising reluctance, stepped apart from him. Another horrid blush stained her cheeks, and she only just stopped herself from raising a hand to touch where he'd kissed her. Her skin burned where his lips had touched.

She trembled under his hand. "You don't need to manhandle me." "I mightn't need to, but I'd certainly like to," he purred and was rewarded with another beguiling blush. Jonas couldn't recall the last time he'd consorted with a woman innocent enough to blush.

He'd misjudged the powerful effect of his beloved's nearness. Keeping his hands to himself had been simple when Serena treated him as a vague acquaintance. When he held her in his arms, control became impossible. He'd stepped away, the only thing he could do to preserve honor. His and hers.

He forced himself to sound careless, no matter that her proximity stirred his senses so powerfully. The sun flooding through the window lit rich colors in her opulent hair. Flax. Gold. Auburn.

He was looking at her. At her... there . She couldn't mistake the unalloyed yearning on his face as he knelt between her white thighs. It should disgust her. He should disgust her. But the idea of him seeing that hidden part of her made her shake with raw excitement.

You're considerate and funny and you're a lover out of my dreams. Should I develop a taste for luxuries- which I may well do after this week- you're so plump in the pocket, you wouldn't notice if I started buying gold-plated underthings." His smile was uncertain, nonetheless it was a smile. Her churning misery eased a fraction. "I'd notice anything you did with your undergarments, amore mio.

He should laugh, tease, treat her lightly, keep her guessing. But instead his words rang with unstrategic truth. "I remember everything you've ever said to me.

She clenched into climax, clutching at him, imperiously demanding he stay inside her. Still he rode her. Taking her higher into blinding pleasure. The blazing rapture sent her reeling. At the peak, she called out his name. This time when her passage gripped him, she held on until he joined the glorious conflagration. She milked him until he was spent. Even then quivers of ecstasy shook her.

Matthew emerged from sleep slowly, luxuriously. It must be nearly noon. He swam up from the depths of a calm warm sea. The glittering sea of the far south that he'd read about. A blue sea under a glorious sun. A sea full of pearls and exotic creatures and soft silky water. And mermaids. Indubitably there were mermaids in this sea. His particular mermaid slept naked in his arms. When he was inside her, she undulated in endless waves like a sea of pleasure.

I don't know how to please you," she whispered. For the first time since he'd burst into her room, tenderness softened his smile. Her blood melted to syrup as those strong hands rose to cradle her head. "You don't have to do anything, mo chridhe. Your mere presence pleases me more than I can say." He paused, then spoke with more emphasis, in case she misunderstood. "You please me." The

Open your mouth, tesoro." He angled her face higher. "Open your mouth for me." At his raw demand, her eyes flared wide. For a drunken moment, he drowned in glorious brown, rich, autumnal, sensual. "O-open...?" He took advantage and claimed her, sliding his tongue into the interior. She made a sound of surprise and tried to back off. "No." "Bella, don't be afraid.

I want to know you're mine," he grated. "Of course I'm yours." She heard the despair in her voice. If he only knew how true those words were. "When I'm inside you, like this, I know that." His unexpected vulnerability breached her barriers against revealing her love. "It's always true," she confessed, pressing upward, frustration fizzing in her blood. "Make me believe it.

Do you want me?" he growled, rubbing his cheek against hers like a lion greeting his mate. And still his huge, throbbing power filled her. "More than life itself," she admitted. He

He hadn't quite drifted off, although he looked exhausted. Under heavy eyelids, he surveyed her, a faint smile of masculine triumph teasing his lips. The possessiveness in his gaze and in his embrace made her feel wanted, needed…loved. She'd

He lifted her hand to his mouth and pressed a kiss, lingering for a moment. When a small, surprised gasp escaped her lips, he felt a surge of satisfaction. "There

He went down a step and sat with his back against his sweetheart's legs. She put her notebook on his head.

Es nesapratu šo v?rieti, kurš sevi iegrožoja un apspieda j?tas. Neko neizr?d?t aiz bail?m sajusties v?jam, nekad neesmu sp?jusi to saprast. Man?s m?j?s cilv?ki pieskaras viens otram un sask?pst?s t?pat k? elpo.

Ta?u esmu egoists, tur tev taisn?ba. Es tev saku, ka nev?los, lai tu aizej, t?p?c, ka nev?los, lai tu aizej. Es dom?ju par sevi. Tu man esi tuv?ka nek? paša meita.

Es nekad neteicu vi?am, ka vi?š ir lab?kais. Es tikai m?l?ju vi?u. M?-l?-ju.

Skatoties uz tevi, man v?der? viss saž?audzas k? desmit t?kstoš skat?t?ju priekš?, l?dzu, dari tam galu, n?c un apskauj mani...