Quotes About Intimacy

this talk will be a private one with Jonas.

I cooked for him like a wife and washed his clothes and was a wife in other ways too terrible to mention.

But when he's cut, I bleed.

Wait. He paused, and she held out a hand to him. His thick fingers engulfed her tapering ones; his skin was warm and dry, and scorched her. Before we go pick up poor Lieutenant Illyan again... He took her in his arms, and they kissed, for the first time, for a long time. Oh, she muttered after. Perhaps that was a mistake. It hurts so much when you stop. Well, let me... his hand stroked her hair, gently, then desperately wrapped itself in a shimmering coil; they kissed again.

Honesty is the only way with anyone, when you'll be so close as to be living inside each other's skins.

They embraced each other so tightly, they had to back off to manage a kiss. "Don't you ever," he said, voice husky with strain, "pull a stunt like that again." "Don't you ever let it become necessary, again." "Deal." He held her face away from his, between his hands, his eyes devouring her. "I was so afraid for you, I forgot to be afraid for your enemies. I should have remembered. Dear Captain.

His fingers slid gently along her ribs. It was only in her imagination that they left a trail of rainbow light.

Galeni made her smile, but not laugh. The lack of any sense of play between them worried Miles. You had to have a keen sense of humor to do sex and stay sane.

Tej. Will you stay with me for the rest of my life?" At the little jump of the laugh in her chest, his encircling arm tightened, heartened and heartening. He'd intended her to laugh, she guessed. Ivan Xav was good at that, it occurred to her. Making light in dark places.

Would it do any harm, to make of him a dream-lover? It seemed invasive. How would she like it, after all, if she discovered she was starring in someone else's pornographic daydreams? Horrified, yes? Disgusted, to be pawed over in some untrusted stranger's thoughts. She imagined herself so portrayed in Miles's thoughts, and checked her horror quotient. It was a little . . . weak.

Across the distance between them, Bree's gaze met Mikkel's, and she did not blink.

How will I know if I really even like Drew Ellis? I'm so eager for intimacy, I would date a tree.

rushes to my side on the sofa. "Let me give you a massage." He reaches for my shoulders. "No.

She couldn't turn away from the eyes that held her. Eyes as deep, as Dark as the night, yet there was something that sparked with warmth, that kept those eyes from being cold.

Getting a woman's body and getting her heart are two different things. And gaining her trust is another problem entirely.

When they reached the stairs, he didn't make her climb them herself. He picked her up in his arms and carried her to the big bathroom off their bedroom. He didn't speak, his expression didn't soften. But he was hard. His cock was like a poker, steely and hot against her hip. His eyes blazed with lust.

I didn't promise I wouldn't break your tender heart, Mica. Protect it from me. Don't let me touch that part of you. Don't let me destroy both of us that way.

Get you pretty ass ready and you might as well settle yourself to it. Because you are mine." His finger pointed imperiously toward her chest. "And you will stay mine.

His lips covered hers as he laid the gauze on her leg. Fiery pain shot through her flesh as his lips swallowed her cry, then replaced it with such amazing sensation she wanted to whimper in return. He licked her lips. He didn't steal her kiss. He didn't take it. He cajoled it from her.

Her eyes opened then. They were drowsy, slumberous, staring up at him with a hunger that was impossible to miss. "I felt you," she whispered, a smile tilting her moist lips. "Watching me. Should I feel you watching me?" Was she asleep or awake? "Of course." He found the growl building in his throat. "Every time I look at you, baby, I touch you.

Tease? he groaned. Ah, baby, I'm not teasing you. I'm giving to you. Giving you every ounce of pleasure I know how to give you. -Jordan(Live Wire) to Tehya (Enigma)

If there had been any doubt in her mind that John hadn't placed some emotional claim on her, then it was gone in that second. Pure male possession marked his kiss.

Bella. You were always my soul.

I love you, Anya," he said. "You are my soul.