Quotes About Sensuality

Make me forget." A whisper, a plea. Not giving her what she wanted wasn't even an option. He switched their positions so she was under him. "Aren't you afraid I'll take advantage?" She wiped away her tears. "Please do." "Ask nice." "Why don't I make you angry instead? That gets me kissed a lot.

If I were to splay you out on my desk and thrust my fingers into you right now, I think I'd find different.

I could kiss you forever," she murmured against his lips, sucking at the lower one, playing with the upper, his body weight a luscious pressure. "I love feeling you against me." "You say such things, Elena. You will make me your slave.

Dropping her hand, she turned in his arms. Then, rising up on tiptoe, she cupped his face in her palms and drew him down. Her kiss was innocent, vulnerable, a caress so gentle that it made him her slave between one breath and the next.

Aren't you going to get up?" He put a hand on the curve of her hip, a possessive gesture that had already become familiar. "No. Let's have more sex.

Why is it"—she shivered as he kissed the top of her spine, went lower—"that I always end up naked while you remain dressed?" A husky masculine chuckle, his lips moving over her shoulder, his hands on her hips. "Because I'm a smart man.

You," she murmured, using both hands to undo his belt, "are the sexiest man I have ever met." He made her think bad thoughts simply by breathing.

Do I look like I want to be eaten alive after sex?

his lips were pure temptation, soft, bitable, sensual in a way only a man's mouth could be.

No," he responded, reaching out to trace the shell of her ear. "They grew back even more beautiful. Blue edged with silver." Elena laughed at the scowl in his voice.

Can I bite you here, too?

God, I love your skin." "My skin?" She glanced uncomprehendingly at her own arm when he rose from nibbling at her. "It's brown." "It's melted chocolate and coffee with cream, exotic as the fucking desert, and so damn erotic. I have wet dreams about you naked on my sheets, your skin smooth and hot from the sun's rays." She swallowed, chest heaving. "You make me sound edible." He purred. "You are.

Come make me sticky. Dimitri to Honor

Raphael lifted a finger, tracing it over her cheekbone. She flinched. Not because he was hurting her. The opposite. The places he touched ... it was as if he had a direct line to the hottest, most feminine part of her. A single stroke and she was embarrassingly damp. But she refused to pull away, refused to give in." (page 33 , Gollancz edition)

He leaned down until his lips brushed her ear. "I told you to stop flinching." And then he bit her. A slow, painless nip but there were definitely teeth involved.

Now a small woman, with dangerous curves. I could bite into her.

Pressing his thumb down on her jaw to part her lips, he kissed her again, angel dust glittering in the air. "Mmm." She rubbed against him. "Did you make a change to your special blend?" Angel dust, he'd told her, was normally rich and exquisite, but not sexual. Elena had only ever tasted Raphael's blend, and it was always oh-so-sexual-today, it also held a dangerous bite. Kisses down her throat. "I wouldn't wish my consort to suffer ennui.

He kissed her. Hard. Fast. Vaughn.

An instant later, they were kissing. It was no light brush this time, no exploring touch. This was all tongues and teeth and wicked wetness as he kissed her like a man who had rough, sweaty, dirty sex on his mind and didn't care if she knew it.

He let her nipple slide out of his mouth. She pulled him back, but he was more interested in running his gaze over the sheen of wetness on her breast, wetness he had caused. A surge of possessiveness gripped him by the throat. Yes, she was most definitely his...

I've never heard of a man's cock being described as a fang before. - Rapahel

You're so big." He would fill her up, take her over. "Remember that," he groaned. "And tell everyone you know.

Never before Raphael had blue meant the color of sin, of seduction. Of pain.

Hawke." "Shh … Lie back and think of England." Laughter reawakened inside of her, bubbling its way past the raw burn of emotion. "I'd rather think of you." She felt his smile against the curve of her abdomen, his jaw rough with stubble that made her shiver as he kissed his way oh-so-slowly down her body.