Quotes About Passion

I would give up all the summers of eternity for you. I love you. Forever and my summer days, I'll love you.

I love you. At your best and your worst, I love you. Paris or Darkfrith. Here, there, and everywhere, I love you.

I lay in my bed and tried not to miss him, to miss the entire experience of him. I wanted to feel the shape of him beside me. I wanted him to touch my hair. To kiss me, long and velvety slow.

Im going to kiss you, Eleanore he said quietly, still looking at her. Not now. Later. His eyes cut back to mine. I thought it fair to tell you first. I stilled. If you think you can do so without me biting your lip, feel free to try. His gaze shone wicked blue. I dont mind if you bite. Biting your lip off, I should have said. Ah,Lets see how it goes, shall we?

I want you in the sky, and against the earth. I want to kiss you again, I want to touch you, I want to feel you in my arms and I want to hear you gasping my name when I'm inside you. I want all that, and I want it badly. Every time I look at you, I want it. -Kit to Rue

She looked down at him with eyes all but clouded over from pleasure. "You look like sin incarnate," she said. "There's a reason people keep sinning. Even when they know it's wrong, it feels so very right.

You don't like it?" she asked. "I do. But you make me forget that I must behave." Lorrie looked into his eyes, which were a shade darker than the summer sky she was used to. "Oh, don't behave. I am so weary of always behaving." "Good.

The west coast is a mecca for wild hearts, wild minds, wild spirits and I'm a WMD—I've got so much energy I'm about to explode.

We're lost in each other, in the heart of Toronto, slow dancing to nothing but the beat of my heart and the sound of her breath on my neck. I know the subway trains are trembling beneath my feet and that we're amidst the constant buzz of city life, yet I hear nothing but my heart beating and feel nothing but her breath on my neck.

Ranulf had spent much of his life watching those he loved wrestle with the seductive, lethal lure of kingship. It had proved the ruination of his cousin Stephen, a good man who had not made a good king. For his sister Maude, it had been an unrequited love affair, a passion she could neither capture nor renounce. For Hywel, it had been an illusion, a golden glow ever shimmering along the horizon. He believed that his nephew had come the closest to mastery of it, but at what cost?

Maybe in order to understand sex fully/one has to risk being destroyed by it.

I want to live. I take them up like the male and female paper dolls and bang them together at the hips like chips of flint as if to strike sparks from them, I say Do what you are going to do, and I will tell about it.

the liquor like fire in his hand

I've said that he and I had been crazy for each other. But maybe my ex and I were not crazy for each other. Maybe we were sane for each other, as if our desire was almost not even personal - it was personal, but that hardly mattered, since there seemed to be no other woman or man in the world.

The sensation of being owned rushed through her bloodstream, unlike anything else she'd ever experienced. Between them, wrapped in their passion, she felt small, female, possessed... and shockingly submissive. Just like the night she'd taken them both into her mouth and pleased them, she wanted to give them everything she could, whatever would thrill them. She felt desperate to show them how much she yearned to give to herself.

She's proving to be the soft and sensual yin to my dirty as fuck yang.

With a smile, Jack sheathed himself with a condom from the nightstand, then rolled on top of her, a steamy kiss on his lips as he covered her mouth. A new swell of desire rolled in her belly as Jack probed at her entrance.

As I delve deeper still, we breathe together. She's sweet in my nose, honey against my tongue, a drug in my veins.

I've never seen a more expressive woman. Or maybe I'm just reading her better because I'm so in tune with her. I can't say, and I can't spare the energy to figure it out now. Whatever it is about her, about us together, it makes me ache and sweat.

You can have anything you want if you want it desperately enough. You must want it with an inner exuberance that erupts through the skin and joins the energy that created the world.

Im not looking for marriage here, Zach. I just want to fuck her until one of us dies.

Before Van realized it, he was walking her back toward her stairs. He didn't stop kissing her, he wouldn't. The last thing he wanted was for her to change her mind. He managed to get her to the upstairs hallway before she pulled her mouth away. What are you doing? she panted out. Taking you to your bed. Forget it. And Van, if he were a crying man, would be sobbing. Until uptight Irene Conridge added, The wall. Use the Wall.

When love wasn't fun, it was just boring and dull and achy.

Art in the blood is liable to take the strongest forms