Quotes About Sensuality

Everyone knew that any man could be seduced by the sight of a perfect pair of elbows.

Dark and sweet, the elixir of love is in her mouth. The more I drink, the more I remember all the things we've never done. I was a ghost until I touched you. Never swallowed mortal food until I tasted you, never understood the spoken word until I found your tongue. I've been a sleepwalker, sad somnambula, hands outstretched to strike the solid thing that could awaken me to life at last. I have only ever stood here under this lamp, against your body, I've missed you all my life.

Like I said before, your body is not a temple, it's an amusement park. Enjoy the ride.

Oh, it was gorgeousness and gorgeosity made flesh.

They made me think of long-forgotten conflicts and compromises between the imagination and the will, reason and feeling, power and sensuality; together with many more specifically personal sensations, experienced in the past, of pleasure and of pain.

There are those who go to the theatre as they would go to a brothel

Sex that accomplishes this kind of transfiguration is a drug. It is not an easy thing to deny yourself once you know exactly where to get it.

Shakespeare wrote sculduddery because he liked it, and for no other reason; his sensuality is the measure of his vitality.

Innocence is very erotic.

France is the land where dalliance is so passionately understood.

I could just eat you up. I'm here to be your popsicle. She laughed as she nibbled his neck. Did you really have that fantasy? He sucked his breath in sharply between his teeth as he cupped her head in his hands. Depends. Would it be a buzzkill or turn-on? Definitely makes me hot. Then I am a banana-cherry pop, baby. Lick me to your content. I am yours to play with.

Yes, sweeting, I think you're incredibly sexy. And I would love nothing more than to take you back to my place and make your toes curl. -Kyrian

Get naked for me, she whispered in his ear. Dev used his powers to remove his clothes. She wrinkled her nose as her eyes twinkled in hungry satisfaction. There's definitely an advantage to having a Were-Hunter for a lover, eh? Woman, you have no idea. She gave a low whistle of appreciation as she took him into her hand. You're even hung like a bear. He laughed at her pun. You just don't know, baby. You ain't ever been loved till you're loved by a Were.

Guys don't want women with good taste, guys want women who taste good.

Then he kissed her again. When he licked her through the silk, she moaned. Catching the fabric, he tugged it aside and licked her again. "Hot … fuck, yeah, you're hot." Hope shuddered and fisted her hands in his hair again. But this time, she tugged him closer, gasping out his name. He smiled against her and then proceeded to do to her what she'd been doing to him from the first time he'd laid eyes on her—driving him out of his fucking mind.

He had the sexiest damn voice, Lena thought. Sexiest voice . . . and he was still staring at her, too. She could tell, all but feel the warmth of his gaze. Feel it, almost like a ray of light traveling over her body, leaving seductive warmth in its wake.

She was easy to talk to, easy to look at it . . . and when she smiled at him . . . well, he couldn't call that easy. It hit him in the chest, in the weirdest damn way. Swallowing, she licked her lips and then she could have whimpered, begged for mercy, because she could taste him. Taste him, and it made her want to throw herself against him and kiss him. Again, and again .

He pushed up onto his heels and then pulled her up against him, one hand cradling the nape of her neck, the other splayed wide over her back. His mouth came down on hers and right before he kissed her, he muttered, "Fuck, you're going to drive me insane, I know it." Then his mouth crushed down onto hers. His taste was different—darker. Her, she realized. He tasted of her.

Then he curled his tongue around her clit and Nia could have sworn she saw lights exploding. Her breath caught in her lungs, the muscles in her body went rigid. Nothing, absolutely nothing seemed to exist except for the way that man was teasing her closer and closer to climax, using his tongue in a way that was nothing short of diabolical.

Her breathing ragged, her body went lax under his. "We're not done," he rasped, fisting a hand in her dark, short hair. Law greedily took her mouth as he started to ride her again—deep, hard. So damned hungry, so damned hungry … If she'd had the breath, she might have told him to give her a minute. But even if she had had the breath? He would have stolen it away again.

When she reached the button of his jeans, his hips jerked and he squeezed his eyes closed, hoped he wouldn't make a fool of himself and lose it the second she touched him. He hadn't done anything like that in ages, not since high school, but Nia shattered his control like nothing else.

Taylor worked a hand between them and stroked his thumb over the erect little nub of her clit. Lifting his head, he stared at her, watched as a harsh, broken sob fell from her lips. Her nails bit into his skin as she started to come and he gritted his teeth, holding back until he saw her going over. Then, and only then, did he bury his face in her neck and start to move again, hard, fast. He muttered her name, blind to everything but her…completely and utterly lost in her.

One of the most erogenous zones of a woman is her intelligence.

She undressed slowly, dreamily, and when she was naked, she selected a bright red negligee to wear so that the blood would not show.