Quotes About Craving

His mind reached out for Raven's, craving the contact. What are you doing all alone in that spooky old house? Her soft laugher filled his utter coldness with warmth. Waiting for my big bad wolf to come home. Do you have your clothes on?

I need you right now, Shea. My body is going up in flames, and I hurt like hell. We have to be alone soon or I might die." Her laughter was muffled against his chest. "No one has ever died because they wanted to make love.

Fear sitters down her spine, yet excitement welled up like a fountain.He looked all man, a tough, scarred man at the edge of his control and knowing he was that way because of her--for her-- was exhilarating. She wanted him to look at her like that--all hungry leopard, a man craving--needing her body. HER body. HER skin. HER.

Fear skittered down her spine, yet excitement welled up like a fountain.He looked all man, a tough, scarred man at the edge of his control and knowing he was that way because of her--for her-- was exhilarating. She wanted him to look at her like that--all hungry leopard, a man craving--needing her body. HER body. HER skin. HER.

You can't see yourself biting someone's neck, is that it?" Raven laughed softly. "I can't do it either. Yuck. Well…" She blushed, a faint pink stain spreading across her creamy skin. "Mikhail has a way of making it…" She trailed off. Shea found herself blushing, too. "Yeah, I know what you mean. Jacques seems to have that same way about him.

she was there, pouring need and passion into him. Pouring something else that felt like love. He was so unfamiliar with that emotion, that at first, he wasn't certain what it was that surrounded him and lifted him up. That he chased after. That he craved.

What humanity wants most is crude sensation. Really? I thought what humanity wanted most was dignity.

They want to be tied up, I tie them up. They want to be spanked, I spank them. They want to be called names, I call them names. But try and drink a little of their blood, and they scream like babies. What about my needs?

Like God's own chocolate, I'd lick her shadow off a hot sidewalk

Hope is merely another face of desire. And desire is a motherfucker.

It's like he has this power over me—like I have an eating disorder and he's a package of Oreo Double Stuff cookies.

Devil's Food? You can only eat so much white cake, my friend.

You can only eat so much white cake.

Look, I've always had an empty place in my life that I've alternatively tried to fill with food and penises, but now I have something.

What a sweet and succulent morsel: so soft, so salty, so deliciously delectable, it makes me want to wiggle with delight. You should cook for me more often, Roran Stronghammer. Only next time, I think you should prepare several deer at once. Otherwise, I won't get a proper meal.' Roran hesitated, as if unable to decide whether her request was serious and, if so, how he could politely extricate himself froim such an unlooked -for and rather onerous obligation.

Saphira pushed her head inside. Meat! she said. I smell meat!

As to blood—ah, blood, the whole subject fascinates me. I do like that as well, warm and dripping, when I am thirsty. And I am often thirsty.

Quant au sang, ah, le sang, le sujet entier me fascine. En plus, j'aime ça, quand ça coule tout chaud et que je suis assoiffée. Et je le suis souvent.

Need is a close kin of love

11:30: I am confused. I only want sushi.

daytime sleep is like the sin of the flesh: the more you have the more you want, and yet you feel unhappy, sated and unsated at the same time.

çünkü gündüz uykusu bedenin günah? gibidir. Ne denli çok iÅŸlenirse, o denli çok istenir.

dienos miegas yra lyg k?no nuod?m?: kuo daugiau jos esi patyr?s, tuo daugiau jos trokšti, bet jautiesi nelaimingas, kartu sotus ir alkanas.

There is one kind of prison where the man is behind bars, and everything he desires is outside; and there is another kind where the things are behind the bars, and the man is outside.