Quotes About Passion

She wanted his touch, wanted him to find that spot where her need left her begging and hungry. Anxious and half mad. And when he touched her, teased her open, slid his finger over the wetness and inside her, her hips arched up, welcoming his touch. "Oooh," she gasped, as his finger slid over her again, swirling in a circle and then pressing down right where it was the tightest and vibrating against her until she was nearly at her peak. "Please-

in cate feluri te iubesc pe tine?

Let me tell you about love. Love is a kind of madness and you would follow it anywhere, you don't care.

Attraction is composed of desire and danger.

I have missed you beyond all reason, and that there is not a kissing bunch large enough in that hall to show you how much

having something that meant everything was a double-edged sword. It meant you had so much more to lose. ***

Petronella's expression was hard with defiance. "I love him." Her voice was fierce. "You don't know anything about love." "Oh, but I do," Alienor replied bitterly. "Because I love you, and you have just broken my heart.

Sometimes love started with bewildering passion and then grew deeper through friendship; sometimes it started with deep friendship and surprised everybody-especially the two "best friends-with it's sudden romantic fire. Either way, love seemed both meant to be and a miracle.

No puedes elegir siempre como amar a una persona. El amor no es lógico o justo. Sólo pasa.

Te Amo - susurró Tristan -. Te he amado desde el primer momento que te vi. Mi amor por ti jamás morirá. Es Eterno. Te lo juro aquí, a medio camino entre el Cielo y la Tierra.

Si no fuera por ti, yo nunca habría sabido lo que es amar a alguien... Si no fuera por ti, nunca habría besado una boca tan dulce.

Te Amo - susurró Tristan -. Te he amado desde el primero momento que te vi. Mi amor por ti jamás morirá. Es Eterno. Te lo juro aquí, a medio camino entre el Cielo y la Tierra.

We who dance hungry and wild...under a winter's moon

If it's not a "Hell Yes!" then it's a "Hell No!"...it's that simple.

Or maybe spring is the season of love and fall the season of mad lust. Spring for flirting but fall for the untamed delicious wild thing.

This is a passion story: my passion, his, ours — yours.

And what is love but a four-letter word for trouble?

His expression was suddenly serious as the tip of his finger traced her lips. "I never understood why history is filled with stories of men who waged wars over a woman they loved. There are many women in the world, and it was beyond my grasp what made one woman special enough to go to such extremes." He pressed a kiss to her forehead. "Now I understand.

Kenric grabbed her arms and pulled her closer, shaking her once. "I've told you it will make no difference! Why are you doing this?" "Because I love you," she whispered brokenly. Those were the words. Of any she could have said to him, those were the only ones that could crumble his defenses. He'd heard them too often in his mind, certain she would never think to use them as a weapon. They sliced through him as cleanly as the sharpest knife.

That small caress, such a simple show of affection, unleashed something coiled deep within Kenric. In that moment he finally understood what drove men to wage wars over a woman, why a man would give almost anything to possess the woman he wanted above all others. No amount of gold, fame, or glory could come close to arousing the emotions she stirred in him. Nothing else in the world.

I like to touch you," Claudia said, in her soft, sultry voice. "There are times when I want so badly to touch you that it hurts not to." She lifted one hand to his face and brushed her fingertips along his cheek.

The more she loved, the more she ached.

Believe me I don't want to set the world on fire I just want to start a flame in your heart

Day and Night with you would never be enough.