Quotes About Passion

Loving you, Tess," he promised. "With everything I have. With all I am, I love you.

She heard a male groan, but whose it was she wasn't certain. "They'll just watch," he whispered as his head lifted. "Watch me eat every perfect inch of your body this time. That's all. No pressure, Kelly.

You know what I want," he whispered. "Exactly what I suspect you're most frightened of now." He lifted his other hand, smoothing back her hair from her face, his thumb caressing her cheek. "I want to strip you down, love you from head to toe as often as possible, and sometimes…we might not be alone.

Wait! Her palm flattened against the perspiration-damp flesh of his abs. Wait? For what? Interruptions? Explosions? Fuck, he'd kill the son of a bitch stupid enough to wake him . Stupid enough to disturb him. He'd kill. I want you. Honest-to-God chill bumps raced up his fucking spine at the huskily whispered words. Then let me give you, me

You'll destroy me," she cried out, her fingers digging into his scalp as his tongue licked over her nipple. "Again. You'll destroy me again, Dawg." He had to understand. He couldn't do this to her again. She could easily give herself to him, just like before. "It's okay, Crista. I won't hurt you, baby," he groaned. "It's just us. See? No one else is here. Ever. God, I'd kill the man that tried to touch you now.

Oh yeah. Baby, so good. He had to release her nipple, had to hold her face in his hands, stare into her eyes. So damned tight. Sweet. Ride me, sweetheart. Ride me out of hell.

There are loves that are each one the romance of a lifetime. Such a love must illumine the whole of a man's memories and light up all his years. It goes down time like lightning through the air. The length of it in hours is not to be measured.

And so I beat him and beat him until he kissed me. And then I kept on beating him until he did it properly.

She longed to throw something at him. A chair. Herself.

Jessica swallowed. I think you had better stick to English. But Italian is so moving, Dain said. To ho voluto dal primo che ti vedi. I've wanted you from the first moment I saw you. Mi tormenti ancora. You've tormented me ever since.

I deserve passion, she said. I deserve to be loved- in every way. I deserve a man who'll give his whole heart, not the part he isn't using at the moment..

I want you, she said. I told you so, he said.

Liquore just don't mix with love.

If you'll just settle down and listen, I'll explain. Cautiously, he turned her around so she faced him. Then, before she could protest, he looked at her mouth, appeared drawn there and he started kissing her again, light, teasing kisses. I swear, Frannie, you have the sexiest mouth. In about two seconds, I'm going to unman you with my knee. He released her and stepped back so quickly, she almost smiled. Now, if you insist, you can explain while you help me move my stuff. -Booker and Frannie

Back then, he whispered, I guess I was into masochism, because being there with you, so close when you were so untouchable, was pretty torturous. In the same whisper, Beth asked, So why did you do it? Because not being with you was worse. -Beth and Levi

He'd love to segue right from hello to hell, yeah

I've created a monster, he muttered thickly and quickly positioned her over his lap. I need to come, Grace. Bad. I'm shaking like a virgin, but you've got some catching up to do.

Grace? He kissed her again, then again and again, lingering here and there, tasting her. Her toes curled as he licked a sensitive spot on her nape. Grace sighed and squirmed against him. Oh no you don't, Noah scolded. No more tempting me to unreasonable levels of lust. We need nourishment, woman. And to punctuate that, he gave her hip a swat. What would you like to eat?

Such a life)engaged gross quantities of hope and despair and set them wildly side by side, like a Third World country of the heart.

Love is a fever, she said. And when you come out of it you'll discover whether you've been lucky - or not.

Mostly, however, he had books about love. He believed in studying his own heart this way.

Everyone at some point in their lives should have a long great love affair with a magnificent lunatic.

How quickly bodies came to love each other, promise themselves to each other always, without asking permission. From the mind! If only she could give up her mind, let her heart swell, inflamed, her brain stepping out for whole days, whole seasons, her work shrinking to limericks.

Even his I love you's, she said, were like tiny daggers, like little needles or safety pins. Beware of a man who says he loves you but is incapable of a passionate confession; of melting into a sob.