Quotes About Sensuality

James, pull over, I want to kiss you.

Then the triumph was swept away by something much stronger and deeper. Something fierce and joyous-and pure. They were clinging together, he was holding her as hard as she was holding him. Electricity seemed to arc between them. Everywhere they touched Kaitlyn could feel the sparks. His hand tangled in her hair, and she was frighteningly moved by the tiny tugs, the little pain it caused as his fingers worked. His lips brushed against hers again and again.

She bit delicately down on a breadstick, holding it between her teeth.. "Mind if I have a Bite" Shock snapped her eyes wide open and froze her breath..dark eyes dominating her field of vision, a whiff of some kind of calogne in her nostrils, two long fingers tilting her chin up. Damon leaned in, and neatly and precisely, bit off the other end of the bread stick.

All I know is that right now I wanna rip your clothes off right here in the middle of this hall and throw you in one of these classrooms and kiss every square inch of your body, while a bunch of people who drive minivans listen wishing they were us.

Julian could spin a web of shadows around you, with touches like the brush of moth's wings and kisses soft as twilight. He could turn your own senses against you until the kisses left you dizzy and breathless and the moth's-wing touches put you on slow burn. And by the time you realized what was underneath the softness, you were shivering and melting and lost.

Odió la belleza morena y la gracia y la sensualidad de Damon, que atraían a las mujeres hacia él como polillas a una llama.

She could be the woman, the lady, who wished to be proper, who wished to please, as well as the wanton she obviously was instructed, and loved, to be.

I want to touch with my mouth. His mouth, with my mouth. Maybe his neck, too. But first things first: Make him aware I exist. It's possible that he is already aware, if only in a 'don't step on the small girl' kind of way.

His arms around her, that's what she wanted, and… she wanted movement that spoke to movement, skin to skin and sweat to heat to breath to gasp.

She could smell the boy spice beneath the thrift-store aroma of his jacket, and the rubbing and the smell began to work to soften her -- like butter before you add sugar, in the first steps of making something sweet. It was her first experience of how bodies could meld together, how breath could slip naturally into rhythm. It was hypnotic. Heady. And she wanted more.

His gaze was heat across her cheeks, her lips. It was touch. His eyes were hypnotic, his brows black and velvet. He was copper and shadow, honey and menace, the severity of knife-blade cheekbones and a widow's peak like the point of a dagger.

Seeing her shiver, I want to take her into my coat and button it around her. I want to warm my face against her neck and steam her up like a mirror and write my name on her with my fingertip.

To have been granted so tiny a taste of the nectar of her mouth, and so brief a brush with the velvet of her lips was unspeakable cruelty. He felt set on fire.

Hissetti?i her ?eyin aras?nda Karou'yu en çok kendinden geçiren Akiva'n?n fiziksel -tuz, misk kokusu, kas, ate?, ten ve ç?rp?na kalbi -gerçekli?i ve samimiyetiydi. Dudaklar?n?n tad? ve dokunu?u... Önce a?z?, sonra çenesi, boynu ve kulaklar?n?n hemen alt?ndaki yumu?ac?k doku... Öptü?ünde hissetti?i ürperi?.

El beso daba camino a otro beso, y en los ojos cerrados, todo el mundo consumido de su abrazo, Karou tuvo la sensación de que cada beso abarcaba el último. Era alucinante: beso dentro de un beso dentro de un beso, yendo más y más profundo y más dulce y más cálido y más embriagador, y esperaba que el equilibrio de Akiva los es tuviera guiando porque ella estaba perdida en sus sentidos. (Sueños de dioses y monstruos, #3).

No sabía lo de los cuellos —susurró Sarai entre besos rápidos y ardientes. —Ni yo —dijo Lazlo sin aliento. —O las orejas. —Ya sé. ¿Quién habría pensado en las orejas?

Sarai [...] You have ruined my tongue for all other tastes!

Instead of replying, Alec reached down and took Magnus's hands. Magnus let Alec pull him to his feet, a questioning look in his eyes. Before he could say anything, Alec drew him closer and kissed him. Magnus made a soft, pleased sound, and gripped the back of Alec's shirt, rucking it up, his fingers cool on Alec's spine. Alec leaned into him, pinning Magnus between the table and his own body. Not that Magnus seemed to mind. 'Come on,' Alec said against Magnus's ear. 'It's late. Let's go to bed.

Isabelle chewed thoughtfully on her straw. 'That new lead singer they have is hot. Is he single? I'd like to ride him around town like a bad, bad pony-

Will," she whispered against his mouth. She wanted him closer to her so badly, it was like an ache, a painful hot ache that spread from her stomach to speed her heart and knot her hands in his hair and set her skin burning. "Will, you need not be so careful. I will not break.

He was still stroking the inside of her wrist, his touch doing odd delicious things to her skin and nerves.

He touched her as he usually touched his beloved violin, with a soft and urgent grace that left her breathless.

His fingers skimmed down her body, over skin and satin, and she shivered, leaning into him, and she was sure they both tasted like blood and ashes and salt, but it didn't matter; the world, the city, and all it's lights and life seemed to have narrowed down to this, just her and Jace, the burning heart of a frozen world.

Can I touch your mango?