Quotes About Affection

As long as I'm holding you, all of my dreams have already come true.

We can do anything you like. Just be with me.

Just remember who you belong to, Hannah. I wouldn't want to have to shoot anyone - or strangle you. She leaned over to kiss his shoulder. Why am I the one to be strangled? It's a much more personal death.

I can't help it, Kate. And I'm laughing at me. I feel like one of those sappy men who run around with a big grin on his face all the time. I feel like grinning all the time around you, and it's so idiotic.

Sestrilla, hafelina Jue amourasestrilla Awou jue selaviena En patre jue Translation: Beloved one, little cat I love you for all time In this time And all others

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

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.

Raven stared up at his face, drinking in the strong lines and the way he looked at her with something close to adoration. She smiled at him. "I think you've managed to put some kind of spell on me." "If I did," he whispered, "it backfired, and I managed to ensnare myself as well.

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.

He was beginning to fall for her hard. It had nothing to do with her looks, and everything to do with her intellect and brightness.

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

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.

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.

Say yes, Francesca. I didn't think it was possible to feel anything real for a woman. I just couldn't. I tried, but nothing was there. I knew I was capable of loving because I love my sister and brothers fiercely. With everything in me. But what a man feels for a woman, 'the' woman, eluded me until you. Until I saw you.

He had the feeling she hadn't ever felt loved. That was going to change. He knew he loved her. He didn't know when or how it started, it just crept up on him, but he wasn't going to let her feel alone. She would always know she could count on him.

There you go, getting all protective on me. You're worried about me, aren't you? His voice practically purred at her, a sensual mixture of possession, desire and something else - affection. Dio, bambino, I love that.

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.

never want you to think for one moment that I don't love you. That I'm with you for my leopard, Ashe. I'm with you for 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 had no idea she could feel so protected. So beautiful. So cherished. He made her feel all those things. She could give him his art- and it was beautiful.

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.

She's my Anya. My Blythe. She always was. It wasn't some bullshit white-knight rescue-her thing.