Quotes About Passion

You're insane, but you're my kind of man.

One thing about Kane - he never did anything by halves.

You're a goner, Donovan. When a hungry man spends more time lookin' at his woman than eatin' , he's in trouble.

He wanted to wake up every morning to her. Go to sleep with his body wrapped tightly around hers. He wanted her to have his child—his children. He knew he wanted to live out the rest of his life with her by his side and when he died, he wanted to die in her arms.

I have one thing you don't,' he murmured against her neck, turning his head and nipping her earlobe. 'What?' His tongue teased her ear. 'Brute strength,' he whispered and removed the keys from her hand even as he captured her mouth with his. He didn't let her up until she kissed him back thoroughly, until her arms slid around his neck and she melted into him. He drove the truck with great satisfaction, smirking at her. 'Manly man, here, woman.

He was set on having her for the rest of his life, no matter how long or little that was, but he could see, if she agreed, he was going to have his hands full.

He was the kind of man who could kiss a woman, laying his heart at her feet, and then go torture and kill an enemy to ensure those he loved survived another day.

He knew he would always be obsessed, would always crave her taste.

I want you like this,crying out for me to release you but wanting it to go on for all eternity, he whispered against her skin. Pleading with me to end this, begging me to never stop. It is there in your mind.I hear you, see your fantasies.I know each of them, and I will fulfill every one.

Men are not so difficult. They are logical and methodical.' She laughed softly. 'You wish it were so. I must tell you, although I am taking a huge chance that you might become impossible to live with, that you are an extraordinary lover.' 'Keep talking, lifemate. I am listening,' he responded with a deep satisfaction. 'Magnificent was only a starting place. Extraordinary lover is the perfect description. I see that now.

Her body had been asleep but now it was wide awake and very aware of every inch of the Iceman. She'd already nicknamed him and thought of him as 'her' Iceman, even if it was just in her fantasies.

He tasted like love to her. Like everything sensual. Dark, dangerous and wholly wonderful.

I don't want the world, Draden. I just want you. Here. Now. Whatever we've got in the time we have left.

His mouth came down on hers and then he was just possessing her. Taking her over. Leaving her with nothing of herself because she burned up in the fire he generated.

Excitement had her blood rushing through her veins and her heart beating wildly. That was it. All of it. He made her feel alive. Every second she was with him, no matter the emotion. She felt intensely alive.

He knew as much as he was deliberately seducing her, she was doing the same for him, although innocently. She wasn't in the least trying and his body was already hers and always would be.

She knew every scar, every tattoo. She had traced every one of those scars and tattoos with her tongue. With her fingertips. She'd memorized them until they were etched so deeply in her brain, she could have drawn them and gotten every detail perfect.

There was something about those cold, cold eyes that set off sparks in her. Not just sparks. A timber fire. He found something deep inside her that had never been touched before and it ignited just for him.

Kissing is so amazing," she admitted, settling into his arms again. "I think I could get addicted to it quite easily." "I am already addicted to kissing you," he said, his tone low. "So let's clarify, just in case we run into one of those not so nice things about my character. Kissing me is amazing. It would be very deadly for anyone else.

Fen couldn't help himself. "I'm going to kiss you again. If you need a reason this time, it won't sound reasonable, but I can't help myself.

When I love, Francesca, it's with everything in me. I'm loyal and I'm a fighter, which means I'll fight with my last breath to make certain my woman is happy. I expect those in my life to be the same way.

She responded to him as if born for him-- and he was certain she was. More importantly, he was beginning to think he had been born for her.

She might burn in hell for the things she was going to do this night, but she didn't care. Looking at him, she was certain every single thing would be worth it.

He was becoming intimate with her mind, with her body, like a lover, though he had not yet shared her body or mind in the way he wanted. Darius