Quotes About Intimacy

His lips covered hers swiftly, his tongue taking advantage of her gasp and sweeping in commandingly. He had asked for the caress earlier that morning, now he demanded. He conquered, he licked and stroked her tongue and gloried in her instant, if hesitant, response. She was shy. Wary. She wouldn't give in to the heat pulsing between them easily. But she was curious enough about it to allow the kiss.

And there, tucked in his soul, was the love he felt for Sabella since the moment he had seen her.

She was his. He would die for her. He would die without her.

Don't wake up, he whispered as he felt her shudder against him once more. Dream with me, Belle. Sweet Belle, just dream with me. -from Travis/Black Jack

Some couples--most couples--waited years and years before they developed the ability to read or to feel each other so well. Then there were those very few who touched each other so deeply, so perfectly that first time that the bond was almost immediate.

He gave to Paige that last part of himself. The part of a male that became more than a lover, more than a heart mate. He gave her that primitive, possessive core that most men hold back. He gave her his being and he felt the momemt she gave to him. And they became more than just one.

Tu eres mi Compañera, Ria, En Mi alma tu eres mi Compañera~Mercury

One hand continued to hold her hands overhead, ensuring the deepening sensation of feminine weakness built inside her. That sense of feminine hunger to be sensually dominated, to lay aside the demand for strength, and in this part of her life, to just belong to a man whose inner strength exceeded hers, whose physical strength overwhelmed hers.

Otro hombre toca lo que es mío y lo mato. Lo destrozaría, Ria. Cualquiera que se atreva a intentar hacerte daño, y la locura será la menor de mis debilidades. Me destruirá. Eres mía-Mercury

rippling response stroking over his cock.

She lifted her head, her eyes still wet, her lips trembling. I love you, she whispered. So much. His head lowered and, amid blood and death, touched hers as light as a feather and whispered, I live for you.

Catching her hand, he drew her with him as he laid Amber in the crib and took his mate back to bed. No one heard the small sound that was made after their bedroom door closed: a soft, sweet, kittenish little purr.

Taking you is like losing myself," he groaned roughly. "I feel you clasping my dick, Crista, but I feel you pouring into my soul.

Malachi had warned her that a Breed, once certain that the woman he wanted was drawn to him, could only be turned away if he knew the object of his lust, his affection, or whatever they called it, if her objections were stronger than her need. Breeds didn't force the sexual aspects, they didn't stalk, nor did they harass. They charmed, cajoled and teased. They built the hunger and the need until their potential lovers fell willingly into their arms.

It's a boner not a monster," he growled, waving a hand to the erection her gaze continued to flicker back and forth from. "You're watching it like you expect it to bite." "It looks angry enough." A nervous little smile touched her lips before it fell and she watched him somberly. "You look angry enough." kane and sherra

Should I just ask you all to screw me, Rowdy? Why don't I just bare it now and let you take turns with me. Hell yeah, make it damned easy on you, wouldn't it? That way, you don't have to feel like shit later because you let another man take what was yours?

She heard a male groan, but whose it was she wasn't certain. "They'll just watch," he whispered as his head lifted. "Watch me eat every perfect inch of your body this time. That's all. No pressure, Kelly.

You are mine! Mine by God, and no one but no one will hurt, abuse, or dare to fucking harm what's mine, ever again.

You know what I want," he whispered. "Exactly what I suspect you're most frightened of now." He lifted his other hand, smoothing back her hair from her face, his thumb caressing her cheek. "I want to strip you down, love you from head to toe as often as possible, and sometimes…we might not be alone.

Even the fact that eventually, the man she loved would touch another woman, pleasure her, fuck her. She couldn't accept his cousins' touch without that knowledge.

Yet, it was different than it had been with Rowdy alone. She struggled to push aside the vague unease she felt. The lack of emotional warmth, of sharing that had come from being in bed upstairs, just her and Rowdy.

You'll destroy me," she cried out, her fingers digging into his scalp as his tongue licked over her nipple. "Again. You'll destroy me again, Dawg." He had to understand. He couldn't do this to her again. She could easily give herself to him, just like before. "It's okay, Crista. I won't hurt you, baby," he groaned. "It's just us. See? No one else is here. Ever. God, I'd kill the man that tried to touch you now.

Oh yeah. Baby, so good. He had to release her nipple, had to hold her face in his hands, stare into her eyes. So damned tight. Sweet. Ride me, sweetheart. Ride me out of hell.

I love these pet names, she said, gazing soulfully up into his eyes, Nitwit. Sap skull. Termagant. How they make my heart flutter!