Quotes About Intimacy

Do you see, Solange, that you are the only woman in my world? The one woman who can choose life or death for me. You are the center of my world and you always will be. When I tell you that your pleasure is mine, I mean that literally

I know I burn for you.Even in my sleep, the sleep of our people where there can be no thought,I burn for you.

Or maybe it was survival mode they both lived in, and they didn't dare allow anyone else in because if they were ripped apart a second time there would be no fixing either of them

I need you right now, Shea. My body is going up in flames, and I hurt like hell. We have to be alone soon or I might die." Her laughter muffled against his chest. "No one has ever died because they wanted to make love." But she wasn't sure. Her own body was burning and begging for the connection to his. Gregori suddenly materialized, made a soft, sighing noise, and sent them a clear frown. Like guilty children they broke apart.

What does kiciciyapi mitawa mean? He kept his head on her breasts. What? You called me kicicyapi mitawa. It sounded so beautiful. It wasn't Japanese. What was it? It's the voice of the Lakota. It would sound silly in English. He cupped her breast, his fingers moving lightly over her skin. His breath warm on her heart. I want to know. It didn't sound silly when you said it. It sounded...beautiful. It made me feel beautiful. And loved. He kissed her breast. I called you my heart. And you are.

You have to be more discerning, Lily, when experimenting with bondage. He wiggled his eyebrows. I'd make a great master.

The real knife to a man's heart was his woman's tears.

Maybe love was a woman feeding him pancakes. Maybe it was someone sitting across from him sipping orange juice just to please him.

He wanted to wake up every morning to her. Go to sleep with his body wrapped tightly around hers. He wanted her to have his child—his children. He knew he wanted to live out the rest of his life with her by his side and when he died, he wanted to die in her arms.

I have one thing you don't,' he murmured against her neck, turning his head and nipping her earlobe. 'What?' His tongue teased her ear. 'Brute strength,' he whispered and removed the keys from her hand even as he captured her mouth with his. He didn't let her up until she kissed him back thoroughly, until her arms slid around his neck and she melted into him. He drove the truck with great satisfaction, smirking at her. 'Manly man, here, woman.

My peony, he emphasized. And it's only for us, no one else. He liked the intimacy of having a special name for her no one else knew but the two of them.

Her soft voice nearly was the end of his strength. Just when he was certain there was no way he could love her more, she did something like that. She made him feel as if he was everything to her. He'd never been everything to anyone.

Such a nice body. She nearly dropped her brush. Will you stop! Just the low velvet touch of his voice sent heat curling through her body. It was sinful and unfair to have such a voice. I did not think you would ever speak with me as a lifemate would. I waited long for that impatient comment.

Gregori gathered Savannah tenderly into his arms. Come to me,my life and breath. Wake and be with me. He gave the command,and even as he felt her heart flutter, he pressed her mouth to his throat. Feed, ma petite. Feed and replenish what you selflessly gave to me. Savannah turned her head,her first breath a sigh of warmth against his throat.

Holding each other, the rain cooling their bodies, they laughed like children. I expected steam this time, Jacques said, crushing her to him. Can you do that? Shea fit the back of her head into the niche of his sternum. One hand idly slid over the heavy muscles of his chest. Make us so hot we turn the rain to steam? He grinned boyishly down at her, for the first time so carefree that he forgot for a moment the torment he had suffered.

I love that your mine. I've never had anything for myself. Not one fucking thing, Evangeline. I love that when I finally have something, it's you. Your body. Your mind, Your heart. I'm going after that you know.

Julian made another effort to breathe. Air. It was all around him, yet he couldn't seem to drag enough into his lungs. He took her hand in his and carried it to the warmth of his mouth. 'We will need to find a safe subject, cara mia, or I will not make it through these next few minutes.

She had to know, soon or later, that he was no saint and never would be. He loved her, but if she was going to stay with him, she had to know the worst of him. He wanted honesty between them.

Before anything else, I need your trust. Your absolute trust in me--and yourself. You have to know you are the only woman I will ever want or need. You have to know that it is in you to meet my every desire, just as I will meet yours.

I want you like this,crying out for me to release you but wanting it to go on for all eternity, he whispered against her skin. Pleading with me to end this, begging me to never stop. It is there in your mind.I hear you, see your fantasies.I know each of them, and I will fulfill every one.

Men are not so difficult. They are logical and methodical.' She laughed softly. 'You wish it were so. I must tell you, although I am taking a huge chance that you might become impossible to live with, that you are an extraordinary lover.' 'Keep talking, lifemate. I am listening,' he responded with a deep satisfaction. 'Magnificent was only a starting place. Extraordinary lover is the perfect description. I see that now.

Say it,Gregori, she bit out between clenched teeth. I need to hear you say it. I am saying it, lifemate. Can you not hear me?

She probably should have been afraid of him, but he brought her such a sense of well-being that fearing him was impossible.

He tasted like love to her. Like everything sensual. Dark, dangerous and wholly wonderful.