Quotes About Intimacy

He didn't want to take over her life, he wanted her to surrender it to him. Invading her privacy was far different than her volunteering to tell him what was going on in her life.

He had never trusted a woman-or anyone, for that matter-to sleep close to him, let alone in the same bed. And yet, already, he was completely relaxed with her. He couldn't imagine being without her, and now, if they survived, it was a very real possibility.

He knew as much as he was deliberately seducing her, she was doing the same for him, although innocently. She wasn't in the least trying and his body was already hers and always would be.

She could communicate love with just one caress of her fingers. This touch was natural to her and had nothing to do with sex and everything to do with love.

She knew every scar, every tattoo. She had traced every one of those scars and tattoos with her tongue. With her fingertips. She'd memorized them until they were etched so deeply in her brain, she could have drawn them and gotten every detail perfect.

There was something about those cold, cold eyes that set off sparks in her. Not just sparks. A timber fire. He found something deep inside her that had never been touched before and it ignited just for him.

You can't leave your lifemate. One, he knows what you're thinking, and two, he can find you wherever you are. Besides, you can't be away from him for very long—it's too uncomfortable, both physically and mentally.

Kissing is so amazing," she admitted, settling into his arms again. "I think I could get addicted to it quite easily." "I am already addicted to kissing you," he said, his tone low. "So let's clarify, just in case we run into one of those not so nice things about my character. Kissing me is amazing. It would be very deadly for anyone else.

Fen couldn't help himself. "I'm going to kiss you again. If you need a reason this time, it won't sound reasonable, but I can't help myself.

The words, sliding into his mind, were vibrant with her emotions. Dripping with sensitivity. Weeping with her reaction. Intimate beyond measure. Because she murmured forgiveness into his mind, she gave more of herself away to him.

She had captured his heart and he didn't ever want it back.

I'm letting myself fall for you. All the way. I want that. You're definitely the kind of man I want.

I love everything about you. I told myself that was what it was. All those parts, separately that I loved them. I watch you. I'm inside your mind. I see who you are. I've decided it isn't about loving everything about you. It's simply about loving you.

I love that you're 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. Your heart.

She found him very hard to resist, and if she was truthful with herself, she wasn't trying that much.

She hadn't expected the intamacy of his voice in her head. It had a smoothness to it that gave way now and then to gravel.

She cleared her throat. I dont like that sort of thing. [...] What sort of thing? His gaze dropped to her mouth. Held there. [...] The F-word sort of thing. She blurted it out, saying the first thing that came into her mind without thinking. His eyebrow shot up. She hadn't thought that anyone could do that. Shoot up one eyebrow. It was incredibly hot-at least on him. The F-word? He repeated. Dolce core, you can't even say fuck, for fuck's sake.

First game I win, I get your panties. The second game I win, I make you scream.

It's the little things that make or break a relationship, don't think he's going tot know or anticipate what you need…communicate it to him.

He was becoming intimate with her mind, with her body, like a lover, though he had not yet shared her body or mind in the way he wanted. Darius

I told you I loved you because I do. Absolutely I do. Every minute I spend in your company, I find I love you more." A slow smile curved his mouth and he lay back against the pillows. "I knew you'd fall for me, woman. It's the way I wash dishes, isn't it?" "Yes, I can't lie about that.

She lifted her head. He knows I love you. She touched his face, her fingers trembling. He knows, Jackson. He can't get in when I'm filled with you and it's making him angrier. He's never denied himself anything and he believes he owns me. Well he's wrong, Elle. No one owns you.

Francesca was...extraordinary. A gift. A miracle. She just gave herself to him. He was connected to her through their shadows and he knew how she felt. Frightened, bordering on terror. Still, he mattered to her. She saw him, not the Stefano the rest of the world saw, but the man inside who needed. Who didn't want to stand alone. She gave herself to that man.

He wanted this woman to trust him. To give herself to him. To let him into her life.