Quotes About Passion

You know I love you more when you're cold and heartless.

You're lips are bloody.' He seized my face in both hands and kissed me. It's hard not to respond when a master of the art of kissing is laying one on you.

I'd been blindsided with the most painful knowledge: the first man to ever say he loved me had never loved me at all. His passion had been artificial. His pursuit of me had been choreographed.

I have always been very fond of you. He'd always wanted to have sex with me. Plus, I want to fuck you.

I had never realized a woman could have to struggle to keep her hands off a man, but here I was, digging my nails into my palms, staring at the inside of my eyelids as though I could maybe see through them if I peered hard enough.

Darling you can nail my ass anytime - Eric Northman

I've got libraries in my blood.

Well, that's certainly... adequate, I told him, burying my face in his chest. I knew immediately I'd picked the wrong word. Adequate? He took my hand, placed it on the part in question. It immediately began to stir. He moved my hand on it, and I obligingly circled it with my fingers. This is adequate? Maybe I should have said it's a gracious plenty? A gracious plenty. I like that, he said.

With a huge effort, Eric reined himself in. "When you smell like that," he said, "I just want to fuck you and bite you and rub myself all over you.

It's hard not to respond when a master of the art of kissing is laying one on you.

Life should imitate romance literature far more often.

Apparently, once you got used to regular and spectacular sex, your body had a mind of its own (so to speak) when it was deprived of that recreation; to say nothing of missing the hugging and cuddling part.

I was embarrased, horrified and absolutely ready to jump him!

Who wants a bag of bones?" he said, with absolute sincerity. "I don't want to hurt myself on the sharp edges of the woman I'm bedding.

There was nothing civilized about sex with Eric.

Snap out of it, I said. I wasn't in the mood. With a huge effort, Eric reined himself in. When you smell like that, he said. I just want to fuck you and bite you and rub myself all over you. -Eric drunk on Fairies.

Dated" in Selah's book, being a euphemism for "had enthusiastic and frequent sex with".

we had sex in every position i could imagine, and some i couldn't. we had sex in every room in my house, and we had sex outdoors. you told me it was the best you'd ever had.

That would do the trick, he said hoarsely. Jesus, Harper, I don't understand why we don't have guys following us from town to town just to watch you do that. Because I've never done it for anyone but you, I said. You don't think I'd say something like that to anyone else, do you? Please, he said. Please do that for me. And no one else.

She won't win, Eric said. He sounded confident, passionate--everything I might have hoped would be reassuring. You're sure? I asked. Yes, my lover. I'm sure. But you're not here, I observed, and I hung up very gently. He didn't call back.

Oh, boy, he could kiss.

came very close to saying, "What the hell, take me now, you big Viking.

I'd been blindsided with the most painful knowledge: the first man to ever say he loved me had never loved me at all. His passion had been artificial. His pursuit of me had been choreographed.

If you do that any more I'll have you whether you want to be had or not, he said, and I could tell he meant it.