Quotes About Passion

Sex either blows your fucking mind, or it's not good enough.

Was that the sum total of my exsitence? I didn't get the erudition of 'I think therefore I am.' Instead I got 'I am, therefore I want to fuck Jericho Barrons.

He strips his shirt over his head and I catch my breath, watching those long hard muscles ripple. I know how his shoulders look, bunched, when he's on top of me, how his face gets tight with lust, as he eases inside me. "Who am I?" "Jericho" "Who are you?" He kicks off his boots, steps out of his pants. He's commando tonight. My breath whooshes out of me in a run-on word: "Whogivesafuck?

I didn't hear him behind me. I felt him. Electric. Wild. One foot in the swamp. Never going to crawl all the way out. And I wanted to have sex with whatever he was. Where was I supposed to put that in my head?

He lives. I breathe. I want. Him. Always. Fire to my ice. Ice to my fever. -Mac

Barrons had just given me the most carnal, sexually charged hungry look I'd ever seen in my life, and I was pretty sure he didn't even know he had done it.

And there you have it...if I knew that I could only have a few nights in that man's arms or nothing, I would take those magic nights and use them to keep me warm for the rest of my life.

I must be dreaming. Bring that sweet ass over here and I'll show you what God made women and well-hung Scotsmen for.

He makes a pained sound. "Bloody hell, woman, I think a part of me wants to keep you this way.

I'll never get laid trying to keep you safe. You're a train wreck on steroids.

Hard. Fast. Deep. When I'm done you'll know you're mine.

He is in my soul and i am in his, and we are in bed but we are in a desert, and i do not know where he begins and i end - Mac

How does it feel, MacKayla? You have a piece of me in your mouth. Would you like another?

Cat got your tongue? And what a lovely tongue it is. I know. It licked every inch of me. Repeatedly. For months," He purred but with steel in the velvet

Sun, moon, and stars, I told him. He inclined his head. Of all the years, this one with you has been my finest. Fire to my ice, Mac. Frost to my flame, Jericho. Forever, we said, and it was a vow far more powerful and binding than any ring or piece of paper.

I'm obsessed and addicted and ripped-down-raw in love with Jericho Barrons.

I get it the whole idea of willingly going to hell for someone. Living there insane if you have to because you'd rather be insane with them than endure life without them.

Driving a hot car is a lot like sex to me, or a lot like I keep thinking sex should be: A total body experience, overwhelming, to all the senses, taking you places you've never been, packing a punch that leaves you breathless and touches your soul. The Viper was way more satisfying then my last boyfriend.

Fire to my ice. Ice to my fever.

You exist in a place that is beyond all rules for me. Do you understand that? - JZB

She's my baby girl, Quinn. I want love for her. Real love. The kind that makes a man crazy inside. -Gibraltar to Quinn

I wake up wating you. I fall asleep wanting you. I watch a magnificent sunrise and can think only of sharing it with you. I glimpse a piece of amver and see your eyes. Jillian, I've caught a disease, and the fever abates only when I'm near you.

I think sex with him might undo my essential cellular cohesion.

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