Quotes About Intimacy

I want you to know...that you can trust me. John locked eyes with her and was instantly transported to a different plane of existence. Mighta been heaven again. Who the fuck knew or cared. All he knew was that there was only her and him together, the rest of the world drifting away into fog. Was it possible to fall in love with someone twice, he wondered dimly.

She wanted to say something smart and kind, put together some combination of words to reach him where he'd reached her with his. But the thing was, there was more courage in these revelations of his than she had ever shown anyone, and in a world that was full of taking and cruelty, he was fucking breaking her heart with what he was giving her.

In a quiet voice, he said, How long's this been going on for you? With her. John took out a small pad he'd brought with him and wrote: Since the moment I first met her. After Rehv read the scribble, he frowned. She feel the same way? John did not drop his eyes as he shook his head. No sense hiding shit. Not with a symphath. Rehv nodded once. That's so like her. Goddamn it...okay, let's do this.

Beth wrapped her arms around Wrath's waist and leaned into her hellren's body. Their black hair mixed together, his straight, hers wavy. God, Wrath's was so damn long now. But word was that Beth liked the stuff so he'd grown it out for her. V wiped his mouth again. Weird, how males do shit like that.

How sweetly he came to her, she thought. Even with his bulk and power, he came to her...sweetly.

Next time you think of me like that , say my name when you come. It'll get you off even better.

Blay was the closest thing to an angel Qhuinn had ever come near.

How can you stand to have me near you? The only thing I can't handle is your leaving.

As she shuffled back, he glanced down at the tent between his legs. Christ, that goddamn thing in there was huge; he looked like he had another arm in his pants.

When she orgasmed, she said his name. Twice. And didn't it make him glad that even though he had no voice, his ears worked just fine. –JM

Blay said roughly,I'm still in love with him Saxton dropped his eyes and brushed at the top of his thigh, as if there might have been a tiny piece of lint there. I know. You thought you weren't?

I must confess. Of all of the brotherhood, he was the one I loved first and he remains the one I love the most. For me, he is just the...one.

Then you would hold me up, wouldn't you. He traced over her features with his fingertips. And as he did, for some strange reason, he felt the arms of infinity wrapping around them both, holding them close... linking them forever. Yes, he mouthed. I would hold you up. I will ever hold you up and hold you dear, lover mine.

You keep showing up here? Being who you are?' There was a pause. 'I'm going to fall in love with you.' -Rehvenge

Tohr laughed softly. Yeah, I'm not much for the emotive crap either-Ouch! Wellsie, what the he*l?

As far as he was concerned, there were only two good positions for a human. A female on her back. And a male facedown not breathing.

Blay: Better than the full bifta. Especially because Qhuinn was beautiful to watch when he had sex. Just….beautitful. Back when Blay had tried to do the hetero thing, the two had tag-teamed a number of human females – not that he could have recalled any of the women's faces, bodies, or names. It had always been about Qhuinn for him. Always.

I could take you down on this sidewalk and be up that skirt of yours in a heartbeat. And you wouldn't fight me, would you? No, she probably wouldn't. Wrath and Beth

I think we're dating now Come on...I got you naked. You wore a damn corset. And don't get me started on the sponge bath afterward.

Shit, he was nervous as he looked at her lips. Which was so strange. He'd had so much sex over the course of his life, all different kinds of combinations, but the prospect of kissing her properly wiped all of that away: He was the virgin he'd never been, clueless and weak-kneed. Vishous in Lover Unbound, page 278

Wrath - Beth x Overnight = Psycho-hose Beast

In his fantasy, he kissed his best friend again, pulled back, and… "I love you," he said into the spray of the shower. "I… love you." As he closed his eyes against the pain, it was hard to know how much of what ran down his cheeks was water, and how much was something else.

The kiss that was pressed against his own mouth was reverent, the contact no heavier than the warm, still air in the room. It was the consummate lover's kiss, the kind of thing he had wanted even more than the hot sex they'd just had.

Carving? Your name. My back. I can't fucking wait. Jane whistled under her breath. Do I get to do it? He barked a laugh. No! Come on. I'm a surgeon, I'm good with knives.