Quotes About Passion

Love? It's when you don't give a thought to all the ifs and want-to's in the world. It's when if all the fires of hell were between you, you'd walk in them gladly to be with him, and sing with joy at your own burnin' if only his kiss was on your mouth.

Vane watched her reaction from under heavy lids, watched flaring passion light her eyes. Sparks of pure gold flashed in the hazel depths as he gently kneaded, then sent his fingers gliding over her silken skin. He knew he should kiss her, distract her, from what came next- but the compulsion to witness, to know her reaction as she learned what he would do, as he filled his senses with her, waxed strong.

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He dragged in a shuddering breath and forced his lids up. He looked down, at her on her knees, leaning into him, her glorious hair rippling over her shoulders, gilded in the firelight, shifting as her head moved and she pleasured him. He saw his fingers locked on her head, felt hers slide higher, circle the base of his staff, and tighten.

You don't have to say anything. You just have to accept. Just have to stop resisting…" He breathed the last words as his lips lowered to hers. "And let what we both want, simply be.

I hoped you would know without needing to be told. His eyes held hers; his chest swelled as he drew in a steadying breath. God-and half the ton-know I love you. He searched her eyes, then added his voice deepening, Unreservedly, without restraint, far more completely, deeply, madly than I suspect is at all wise.

The warm stillness within the room was broken only by the rustling of sheets, and soft, urgent murmurs. Then the silence gave way to soft moans, groans, breathless pants, desperate gasps. Culminating in a soft, piercingly sweet scream, dying, sobbing, into a deep guttural groan.

over her sides, gripping, then

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Stephanie Laurens

I wanted you to kiss me, you know." Damned impertinent and overbold female. "I know.

Almost done," he said. Trinity pulled back, and her cheeks were still red. "You set me on fire?" He winced. "Yeah. Sorry about that. Wasn't intentional.

Love might be beautiful, but it had a razor edge of pain that hurt more than anything she'd ever felt before.

Clare, there's no chance in hell I would ever believe you're frigid." Her heart began to race. "No?" His gaze went to her mouth, and then back to her eyes. "Not with the way you look at me." She swallowed, her body vibrating at the intensity of his gaze, and the weight of his hand as he caressed her neck. "How do I look at you?" she whispered, her voice too breathy. "Exactly how I want you to.

Love. She said the word as if she'd never heard it before. What would I do with love? I don't know. Enjoy it? She sighed. It's too dangerous to enjoy. It's kind of like sucking on a poisonous thorn and trying to enjoy the flavor. Not that easy.

Aspiration is as much a bodily longing as an intellectual desire; appreciation as much a passion as a preference; conviction as much an intuition as a rational conclusion. Irrespective of the purpose to which we are committed, when such feelings are aroused, life is infused with meaning.

She had always had a streak of recklessness about her, a willingness to go chasing hurricanes and tsunamis, all in the name of science, always willing to go that bit further than anybody else. Disaster hunting, she called it, surfing the extreme weather.

And I closed my eyes because I wanted to know nothing but her arms.

I am really in love with Sam, and it hurts very much.

Moriría por usted. Pero no viviré para usted.

It is now my favorite book of all time, but then again, I always think that until I read another book. My

I'm really in love with Sam, and it hurts very much.

nothing like a sore stomach for right reasons

I figured that I should just do what I wanted to do. Not think about it. Not say it out loud.