Quotes About Passion

Mi ez a haslánc? – Úgy t?nt, különösen szereti Å'ket. – Amikor hátulról szeretkezem veled, azzal húzlak közelebb magamhoz, és hatolok még mélyebbre. Kinyitottam, majd becsuktam a szám. Én voltam olyan hülye, hogy megkérdezem.

I always want you, Chloe-lass," he murmured suddenly in a low voice, for her ears only. "There's no' a moment that I doona.

I didn't want to hide the memory from you. I wanted to cram it down your goddamn throat. I wanted to force you to face it, to want it, to want me, to be willing to fight for what was possible between us with the same single-minded devotion as you fucked.

Fire to his ice, frost to her flame.

Ahhhh! I fucking hate that phrase. I don't make love. I fuck. That's it. Plain and simple. Fuck. Clearly defined. No strings attached. As in rut and grunt and get my rocks off. I'm the caveman. I'm the sexual barbarian.

One day you may kiss a man you can't breathe without, and find breath is of little consequence.

Karen Marie Moning

A woman had to be kissed by Dageus MacKeltar to fully understand how devastating it was. How it could bring a woman to her knees.

Oxygen is trivial. Desire makes life happen. Makes it matter. Makes everything worth it. Desire is life. Hunger to see the next sunrise or sunset, to touch the one you love, to try again.

I didn't say I didn't like you. 'Like' is such a puerile word. Mediocre people like things. The only question of any significant emotive content is: Can you live without it?

The currency of life is passion, and as with any coin, it has two sides: pleasure, pain, joy, sorrow. Impossible to slip a single side of that coin into your pocket. You take all or nothing.

Cease speaking, wench. You will bring that sweet ass over here and kiss me now.

Seni onunla yine Silvers'daki gibi yatakta görürsem onu öldürürüm.

I have no desire to sleep with you. I want to fuck you. And there is no such thing as perfectly good sex. If it's 'perfectly good,' 

I always get them to call me whatever I want. I'm always in control. Isn't much I like more than a beautiful woman tied to my bed while I make her come till she passes out. So what's my problem?

He was obsessed, and obsessed men are dangerous men.

She had an inner fire that begged provoking, just for the pleasure of watching it burn. Right.

This close to him I must bite my tongue to prevent myself from moaning with need. This close to him I feel like an animal.

I inhaled his scent. He was near, a few feet away. Lust nearly buckled my knees. He was a tireless lover. There was nothing off-limits with him.

Gwen started to speak, but he laid a finger to her lips. "Please, lass, just kiss me. No more words. There have been enough of them between us." He paused before adding quietly, "If you have aught to say to me, let your heart speak now.

Turn your head for me and I'll kiss you as a woman should be kissed.

Then come back to earth and sleep with your devil, who would burn in hell for one night in your arms.

he fucks with the single-minded devotion of a dying man hunting God.

No lips," Drustan warned. "Unless you wish me to be kissing Chloe.