Quotes About Craving

As man-candy went, he was a caloric binge. Eve thought it was easy to see why he had so many clients paying for a nibble.

Why did she always think of the damn cherry Danish in the morning? She wasn't entirely sure the thought of it didn't put an extra pound on her ass.

being alone. He wanted a woman

Auf den Stachel des Begehrens haben wir nur eine Antwort: fangen, einschließen, festhalten.

Me falta algo, Eugenio. Sé que no debería ser así, pero lo es. La vida que tengo no me basta.

Sin embargo, apostaría a que si mañana te ofreciese toda la pasión que necesitas, pasión a carretadas, no tardarías en echar en falta alguna otra cosa.

I have a desire to be saved which I must call immoderate.

Qué más se puede hacer con las piernas, aparte de devorarlas con los ojos? ¿Para qué sirve el deseo?

He wanted to give her another word to say, something like luscious or whisper or strawberry. Hell, antidisestablishmentarianism would do it.

If sex were food, Rhage would haven been morbidly obese.

Just once Blay said softly. Do it just once. So I'll know what it's like.

You're looking at that chick like you want to roll her up in a taco and put your hot sauce all over her.

If sex were food, Rhage would have been morbidly obese.

Still, it would have been great, just once, to have a man stare at her with total adoration. To have him be... enthralled. Yes, that was the word. She would have loved for a man to be enthralled by her.

I do not crave this But he needed it before he became a danger to himself and others.

He [Vishous] was all need, no ease.

If sex were food, Rhage would have been morbidly obese. (Dark Lover)

McDonald's, he thought. Why couldn't she have wanted Mickey D's. Or Pizza Hut. Taco Hell—

Only if it were raining thumbtacks and hairpins, you letch.

May I take your vein for a moment? I find myself... curiously depleted Okay, right. Talk about your Johnny-on-the-spots: He locked them in and all but tore off his arm and threw it at her.

This time…" He bared his descending fangs, his upper lip twitching. "I want your fangs in me, I want the pain and the rush. And I want you at my throat.

She didn't question the need to have him inside of her. She only knew that she was going to die if he didn't take his pants off. Now.

How about…here?" she whispered as she stroked down to the very top of her cleft. A pumping growl left him, and Xcor said in a low burst, "Yes. Right there.

What you just had is nothing compared to what I want to do to you. I want my head between your legs so I can lick you until you scream my name. Then I want to mount you like an animal and look into your eyes as I come inside of you. And after that? I want to take you every way there is. I want to do you from behind. I want to screw you standing up, against the wall. I want you to sit on my hips and ride me until I can't breathe." His stare was level, brutal in its honesty.