Quotes About Intimacy

It had been hard to tell him. Very hard. She'd learned not to trust anyone, but more importantly, she knew not to get close to anyone.

She felt Stefano's body sitting next to her, yet he seemed to take up the room, surrounding her, in front of her, at her back. He was everywhere. Dangerous. Determined. Giving her a feeling of security. How he managed that she didn't know.

I'd like you to make an effort to share what you're feeling, good or bad, with me. I'll do the same. If we're honest with each other in our communication this will work for us.

A part of him felt she would always have been a mystery to him, elusive and enigmatic, but at the same time, she was comfortable as if they had been together for years.

Her soft laughter slid into his mind. It wasn't laughter at him, rather an invitation to join in, to laugh at the two of them in this impossible predicament they found themselves in.

I like you belonging to me, Bree. More importantly, I like belonging to you.

She looked down onto his face. So gorgeous. It wasn't just his beautiful, very masculine features, it was the way he was inside. I'm in love with you. There isn't anything that you can tell me that is going to change that.

One night will never be enough. A thousand nights will never be enough. If you come to me, Ania, it will be a commitment to me. To us. There will be no going back.

Stay with me, Ashe," he whispered enticingly. "Take a chance on me.

I love how you always want me, Abbey. Do you have any idea what a gift that is to a man?" Her fingers caressed the hair on his neck. "Do you have any idea what a gift it is to have a man look at me the way you do?

Desari reached up to trace his lips. You have a perfect mouth, Julian. An amazingly perfect mouth. He arched an eyebrow at her. Just my mouth is amazing? You are such a man. Her eyes laughed at him. You need constant reassurance that you are magnificent. He nodded. Magnificent.I like that. I could live with magnificent. Good choice of words,lifemate. She circled his neck with her arms. Arrogant male. Darius is right, you know.You are incredibly arrogant. But deservedly so, he pointed out.

She was the woman who would center him. Be the center of his world. Hell. Who was he kidding? She already was.

He'd missed her. Really missed her. It was strange to think of a woman night and day, to worry about her and look forward to being with her. To inhale the scent of her and know you were home. To crave her body like an addiction and need the sound of her laughter and sight of her smile. He'd never had that before and now it seemed as natural to him as breathing.

Ilya. His name came out a raspy whisper. A plea to save her from herself. His head lowered, his silky hair brushing over her skin like caressing fingers. His lips brushed over her neck just below her ear, tongue licking wickedly, teeth scraping, sending her nerve endings into shock. He lifted his head again, his gaze, hot and hungry, colliding with her desperate one. Kiss me, Joley. Stop running and kiss me.

Tell me about yourself. Everything you can think of. Look only at me. Look into my eyes. See me. Only me.

Think of me. Let me tell you who I am, what I am. What I need and want. I want to know everything about you and your family. Talk to me.

I know of your fears, ma petite . I know your every thought. The bond between us is strong enough to cross oceans. We can deal with your fears together. -Gregori

His entire body shuddered with pleasure. He caught her hips in his hands, surged forward to to bury himself deep inside of her. A safe haven. His world was changed forever. He no longer walked the earth utterly alone. He would never be alone again. Antonietta changed his world. Brought him light in his unrelenting darkness.

She wanted to have a night of pure, perfect, tipsy sex with a gorgeous biker like Ice. But more than anything, she wanted to keep him.

She was inside him, wrapped around his organs. His heart. Maybe his damn soul if he had one. He let himself smile. She was there.She wasn't going anyplace

She knew, more than any other reason, it was the way Steele touched her, the way his hands moved over her and the look on his face when he stared down into her eyes that kept her tied to him. He couldn't hide that.

Shylah's soft laughter slid into Draden's mind. Warm like honey, filling him up when he hadn't known he was empty.

She did something to his insides, twisted and melted them until he sometimes felt he couldn't think straight.

It was as if he wore a mask and whatever went on behind it wasn't for the world --or her--to see. And she wanted to. She wanted to be that woman, the one who knew him inside and out.