Quotes About Passion

And your skin, it tastes like me. I want to taste you everywhere.

They wanted it because they've got some sort of darkness in them. And maybe because they like pain. Because pain turns them on. Well, maybe it turns me on, too," she said quietly. "In fact, I know it does, because loving you hurts. And yet, I still come back for more.

Let's be clear on this, he growled. You have no idea how badly I want to be inside you. Standing up, lying down, taking you from behind. All of it. Right now. Not being able to do any of that is killing me. Literally. But strangely enough, I like just being with you. Touching you however I can, whenever I can. So no. The virginity thing is not what will keep us apart. ~Wraith

I hate you." "I know," he whispered. "Kiss me." He didn't hesitate.

she yelped. "What are you doing?" "Kissing your beautiful ass." ~Sin/Con

Fuck me, I love her.

I'm so jealous," she whispered, and he blinked. "Of what?" Her head fell back on the pillow, and she stared up at the ceiling with the saddest eyes he'd ever seen. "You're so alive, Lore. There's fire in you. A will to live, when all I want is to be done with this life.

I don't care what you are, Gem. I want you. I love you.

I love you" he whispered against her lips. "I want you. I didn't see you coming. You blindsided me, and I wouldn't change a thing.

In three strides Reaver was on her, his mouth crushing hers. "No more bullshit," he said against her lips. "I want you. I think I've always wanted you.

He wouldn't take anything from her ever again. But from this point on, he'd give her whatever she wanted. Which was easy, because what she wanted right now was an orgasm.

Hellboy?" "What?" "Touch me. Make me forget all this." He was on her in an instant, took her down to the floor before she could blink.

Harvester might have a halo, but dear, sweet Lord, she was no angel in the sack. Awesome.

he stretched out beside her, uncomfortably close, as if they were lovers. Real lovers and not the most mismatched pair of fuck buddies ever.

He sobered as he gazed at her, then took a deep breath and pulled away. "I'm not normally affected like this. It's you. You're putting off some hellacious fuck-me vibes." "Not enough, apparently," she muttered.

Yenrieth wanted to lick her dry. Then lick her wet.

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I want you, Cat. I want you more than I've wanted anything since I fell.

I'd have you on the floor, pulling a sixty-nine that wouldn't end until I tasted a dozen of your orgasms. Before you could even think about recovering, I'd fuck you in every way a male can fuck a female. And I wouldn't stop. Not until you begged.

His smile became downright wicked. "I can make you beg for the mere whisper of my breath on your skin. I can do things with my tongue that will make you scream with the exquisite intensity of it. And I can make you come so hard, for so long, that you'll pass out from pleasure.

It had been centuries since he'd last succumbed to the kinds of feelings that usually signalled an impending catastrophic bout of self-destructiveness. He either wanted to kill something, or he wanted to fuck something...and the latter something was Cat.

I'm on the very edge right now." His voice throbbed with raw lust. "I want you under me. I want to claim you, get myself all over you. And as much as I'd love to mount you right here in public, right now—and I think in my past, I would have—I never want anyone to see you like that but me.

You," he purred, "are a HILF." "A what?" "A Horseman I'd like to fuck.

Touch my soul, Vex." Stopping in front of her, he took one of her hands and pressed it over his heart. "On my honor, it's you I want. Only you.