Quotes About Intimacy

Be able to confide your innermost secrets to your mother and your innermost fears to your father.

My fear is that if I date or marry an actor, we would end up talking about the same issues and we will deal with the same insecurities and apprehensions.

I think what makes our marriage work amid all the glare is that my husband is my best friend. He inspires everything in my life and enables me to do the best that I can. I want to hang out with him more than anyone.

Marriage is all about finding that special someone. One you are attracted to instantly and forever.

What is marriage but prostitution to one man instead of many?

You can have an intense connection to someone without being a good, lifelong mate for him. Love is complicated and difficult that way.

I think architecture, to be really intense and fulfilling, doesn't have to be large.

Television is intensely personal.

One of the ways we interact with other human beings and form social bonds is through touch, and probably most of us are not aware of the extreme importance of touch.

The Russian people get so insanely close to each other as friends. Their lives are interrelated so much on an everyday basis.

And… you won't be upset if it doesn't work?" She looked at me anxiously. "Because I really have no idea—" "I gotta be honest with you, baby—at this point, I don't give a flying fuck if it works or not," I admitted, kissing her again. "I just want to hold you one more time.

Forever, Talana. You're mine and I'm yours. And I'm going to want to make love to you like this every day and every night for the rest of our lives. I'll want to bite you too. To fill you with my essence. Do you mind? Oh Sylvan…Wrapping her arms around his neck, she pressed the side of her throat harder against his mouth. Does that answer your question? Indeed, it does.

Relax, Lilenta. Let's just breathe each other in.

If a passionate celibacy was all he could have with Sophia, well, that was still better than having sex with any other female as far as he was concerned.

This was an act of love, pure and simple. And by taking her so slowly and gently, Merrick was wiping away all the earlier, bad memories she had of this act. Wiping them away and replacing them with beautiful memories, feelings of love and trust instead of hurt and terror and betrayal. There was no room for bad emotions here--there was only the bliss of being one with her man and it was the best feeling Elise had ever known.

She lost her train of thought abruptly as Baird leaned down and gave her a long, slow lick at the exact spot where her right thigh met her body. Liv moaned as he did the same thing on the other side and then pressed his cheek against the top of her mound and rubbed like a cat. Marking me. He's marking me with his scent, like he said he would.

Liv wanted to protest further but she was rapidly losing all power of speech, mainly because Baird was licking and sucking her neck again, his hot tongue tracing a ticklish trail down over her collarbones and sternum. He stopped long enough to rub his rough cheeks over her sensitive nipples, making her jump and gasp, and then trailed lower to nibble and kiss her trembling abdomen. Finally

He owed her everything—she was the other half of his soul. And he couldn't wait to see her, couldn't wait to hold her close and claim her. How

softly but clearly, looking into his eyes.

Baird leaned back on the couch and sighed. Gods, he'd expected her to try something like this at the beginning of the week when she'd first had her sister send up the bag of revealing clothing. But not now. Not when they'd been getting so close and enjoying each other's company so much. To know that she still wanted to get away from him so badly hurt—hurt like hell. "Bebo,

The need to pleasure his mate was a deeply instilled instinct in a Kindred male and he wanted her gratification desperately—much more than he wanted his own.

A strange, strong feeling came over her, prickling the skin on her arms and raising the short hairs at the back of her neck. Somehow she knew that if he left her, she could never love anyone else. She was his—Six had taken a piece of her soul and welded it permanently to his. Without him, she would never be whole again. Never

So when you said you don't just want to make love…?" "I want to bond you to me, Sophia." He turned to face her and she was frightened to see that his eyes were glowing a pale blue in the darkness.

But he wondered—would he really be able to give his body while withholding his heart? It was a moot question. Deep inside he knew his heart was already given. But Charlotte must never know that. No matter what happened, he would never tell her.