Quotes About Passion

For the first time in his life, his body chose. He chose. His choice was her. Anya Rafferty.

He was the devil, but she didn't care. On some level she even knew he was using her own body against her, pitting her innocence against his experience, but she didn't care about that, either. She wanted to leap into the fire with both feet, arms wide, eyes open. She knew his world might be something she would have a difficult time accepting, but he was worth it.

His expressionless mask had slipped and she saw him, his fierce demons and turbulent needs mixed with dark, ferocious passion. He would never be like other men. He would always be dominant, scary to enemies and yet gentle with those he loved.

He'd missed her. Really missed her. It was strange to think of a woman night and day, to worry about her and look forward to being with her. To inhale the scent of her and know you were home. To crave her body like an addiction and need the sound of her laughter and sight of her smile. He'd never had that before and now it seemed as natural to him as breathing.

Ilya. His name came out a raspy whisper. A plea to save her from herself. His head lowered, his silky hair brushing over her skin like caressing fingers. His lips brushed over her neck just below her ear, tongue licking wickedly, teeth scraping, sending her nerve endings into shock. He lifted his head again, his gaze, hot and hungry, colliding with her desperate one. Kiss me, Joley. Stop running and kiss me.

His entire body shuddered with pleasure. He caught her hips in his hands, surged forward to to bury himself deep inside of her. A safe haven. His world was changed forever. He no longer walked the earth utterly alone. He would never be alone again. Antonietta changed his world. Brought him light in his unrelenting darkness.

He needed to keep this woman with him. He didn't even know why the compulsion was so strong, but that need was relentless, bone deep. Soul deep.

She wanted to have a night of pure, perfect, tipsy sex with a gorgeous biker like Ice. But more than anything, she wanted to keep him.

She knew, more than any other reason, it was the way Steele touched her, the way his hands moved over her and the look on his face when he stared down into her eyes that kept her tied to him. He couldn't hide that.

Just like the sea, she was turbulent and wild, angry and loving. She felt every sensation, but it was only here, with water around her, that she dared let herself feel so strongly, so passionately.

She did something to his insides, twisted and melted them until he sometimes felt he couldn't think straight.

Her mouth was perfect under his, her taste wrapping him up in addiction. He craved her the way others might drugs. The depth of his feelings shook him. The passion and love mixed together inside him, welling up like a volcano, consumed him.

Every moment I'm with you, bambina, I fall harder. It's difficult for mr to believe you're real. You aren't the only one a little terrified.

His body recognized her. Knew her. Needed her. Every cell. He'd never been so acutely focused on another human being.

She'd made her way into his heart. Snuck in when he wasn't looking. It was impossible to be with her and not fall deeply, madly in love with her.

You know who I am, what is inside me. If distance separated us, you would still need to feel my hands on you, my mouth on yours, my body in yours, a part of yours.

I need you, malen'koye plamya, just to breathe, to live . I've never said that to another human being, but it's the truth. Not for Shturm, but for me.

She had the mad desire to circle his waist with her arms and just hold on to all that solid muscle. He was a rock when her world felt built on sand.

No." Ilya lifted his mouth from hers, his fingers reluctantly releasing her. "Not like this. When you give yourself to me, it's all the way and forever. This is too easy." Joley flung her head back, glaring at him. "You're saying no to me?" "We're not doing this, not like this. You want to get off, you can come home with me and get into my bed where you belong.

There are all kinds of ways to make love. If it's good, that's what you need. But going back to your Gary. You cling to him because he made you feel grounded. Everything around you was so different and you didn't know how to handle it. I think you do love him, Gabrielle, but I don't think you're in love with him. If you were in love with him, you wouldn't feel as if all your loyalty should belong to Aleksei.

His body didn't just want her. It demanded her, burned for her.

If she drank enough, she might just dare to get on the back of his bike and ride off with him. She wouldn't look back. She wouldn't want to look back. He would be enough for her. She could make a life with him, she knew she could.

Kiss me, Raven. Remember me." She lifted long lashes and searched his black, hungry gaze with blue eyes that had darkened to deep purple. There was a burning intensity in the heat of his gaze, of his body. "If I kiss you, Mikhail, I won't be able to stop.

Seduction wasn't difficult when two people were both willing...and she was so willing. Whatever he wanted. Any way he wanted. Anywhere.