Quotes About Intimacy

If you think my hard-on has nothing to do with you, then you're deluded." Her mouth gaped open as he pushed past her and stalked from the room. "Ooo-kay," she murmured. Not what she'd expected him to say at all.

Why?" she asked softly. "You don't even like me, Steele. You can barely stand to be in my presence." He pulled her back close, trapping her in his arms, his gaze boring into hers. "Why do you think that is, Maren? You're an intelligent woman. You saw the hard-on I had for you earlier. Put two and two together and I bet you'll find your answer." "You're attracted to me," she whispered.

She's not just any woman. I don't know, man. She hits buttons that a woman have never pushed for me.

So maybe my need of you is greater than your need of me. But that doesn't mean I'm not going to do everything in my power to make you need me every bit as much as I need you.

I don't particularly want to get my heart broken.

I'm going to take a shower, I want you naked and in bed when I get back.

There was a multitude of sexual scenarios, from a simple one-on-one couple fucking like bunnies to an outright orgy with no less than eight people joined like LEGOs.

I don't want you to leave me.

Be with me.

He unraveled at light speed, his release sharp, bewildering and beautiful. His hips were still convulsively moving against her body as he settled down over her, too exhausted and spent to remember his own name. The one he'd demanded she say just moments ago. He became aware of gentle caresses. Her hands gently stroking over his back. He was probably crushing her but he couldn't bring himself to move. He was inside her. Over her. Completely covering her. She was his.

Tell me, Serena. Do you want me?" he asked softly. "Do you ache for me? Do you want my possession? Do you lie awake at night wanting a man strong enough to harness your sexuality, stroke it until the fire rages and then unleash it, set you free?

She'd been willing and able to submit because she'd been strong enough to come to him as an equal.

She was a possessive thing in bed. She considered his body her territory and she had no compunction about laying claim whenever he got near.

She wanted to rock his entire universe. Wanted to firmly implant in his mind that he'd never want to allow another man to touch her—anyone to touch her.

Don't you know Micah? I've always belonged to you.

Her words spoke to the very heart of him. Said with utter sincerity. How simple she made it sound. She'd never asked anything of him. She was very undemanding. She didn't give a shit about his money or what he could buy her. The only things she'd ever truly asked him for were so simple. Hold her. Touch her. Comfort her.

He gave orders and he expected results. And she didn't know what it said about her that she found that particular trait delicious. It made her all warm and shivery inside.

Tisn't decent, surely!" Bertha rolled her eyes and Maddie laughed. "There's little decency to good loving," Maddie said sagely. "If 'tis decent, it isn't much fun." Bertha nodded, her lips compressed as her head bobbed up and down. "Nothing wrong with a nice, dirty romp.

I've always been yours, Micah. But now you're mine. And I'm never going to let you go.

I feel safe with you.

But you can't hide from me, Lyric. I'm learning you. I want to learn more.

Now that we're finally alone, you're going to listen to what I have to say.

You're mine, Lyric.

I love you. God, I love you.