Quotes About Sensuality

When a woman singles me out"—he leaned down to murmur at my ear—"it's because she wants to get fucked. She looks at the scars and tattoos and knows she'll get fucked hard.

There was an aura about him that was staggering to her, making it difficult to think. It wasn't mere male heat and sensuality. It was raw sexuality, animalistic in its intensity—and she was starving for it.

When a woman singles me out- he leaned down to murmer at my ear- it's because she wants to get fucked. She looks at the scars and tattoos and knows she'll get fucked hard I gasped, melting for him. is that what you wanted from me, Natalya?

The one who fingered me like he was digging to China

He was so domineering. And a dirty talker. Apparently, she liked both. A lot.

He grinned down at her, that half-grin that made her heart twist, then slowly rocked forward to fill her. "Tell yourself that, Valkyrie." He leaned down to catch her gasp with his lips. "As much as you like.

All I can think about is him. His body. It's like I'm drugged. My brain goes on a loop, replaying things we've done, imagining things we'll do. I walk around in this lust-fueled haze.

She has an arse men should write sonnets to. . . .

His hands reached out to pile her hair up, just so he could lean down and breathe along her neck. At her ear, he murmured, "Bride, this is embarrassing. I think I've caught you staring at my cock.

He bought our foreheads together. "I would risk anything to have you." He cupped my face and leaned in, his lips brushing mine. His thumbs rubbed over my cheeks, as if he couldn't caress me enough, couldn't feel me enough.

His voice was hot-wired to my pussy. I

She'd seen a lot, and knew a lot, and she knew Wroth moved and used his body on hers—in hers—in a way that was nothing short of divine.

He was railing my mind blank, long-dicking me into oblivion.

Because you're the type of woman who needs to be kissed. Hourly, softly. Fiercely." He skimmed his hand down over her hip and murmured near her ear, "Thoroughly.

Ah, lass, you're looking at my cock like you want tae give it a suck.

and I remember . . . the kisses, the taste of him, the feeling of him inside me.

But when Robert touches me in just the right way, I forget. I forget what it is I want, or rather I forget that I want anything other than him.

No woman has made me quiver before, but she does.

As we stay there, pressed against each other, the room smelling of coffee and sex, I hear him mutter . . . perhaps to himself, perhaps to me, "Last time, my ass.

Two weeks ago I didn't know what it felt like . . . to be pressed against a wall, to be propped up on a desk, to be made love to on the floor of the Venetian.

Sometimes we have to step out of our comfort zones. We have to break the rules. And we have to discover the sensuality of fear. We need to face it, challenge it, dance with it

You are the only woman I know who is as sexy when she unapologetically takes what she wants as she is when she pleads for release.

toward the end she was she was wearing nothing but seven beads, four of them sweat

Love comes from the heart, lust comes ...lower