Quotes About Passion

Move," he said again. "This is a dangerous game, Jenna." "Why?" "'Cause I'm seconds from fucking the shit out of you.

knees, and slammed into her, to the hilt. The headboard crashed against the wall. She squeezed her eyes shut and cried out with shock and excruciating pleasure. It raged through her in waves.

You look like you need to be kissed. Badly." "Worse than you know. How could you tell?" "'Cause you're staring at my mouth with laser-like focus." "Cocky.

He pinned her against the chaise, tonguing her mouth with such sensuous rawness, it was like he was inside of her—and it was so achingly good that she forgot where she was, hiking her leg up around his waist, the hem of

Cum-hazy after a drowsy fuck,

He buried his tongue inside her, massaging her clit with his thumb—and that's when Jenna began to fall apart, shuddering uncontrollably, moaning his name. Only then did he cover her with his strong body, kiss her devouringly, and sink inside her. Eric knew she wanted it fast, but he fucked her slow—as slow and deep as he was kissing her—and his measured intensity knocked Jenna into a thundering

white-hot orgasm that seemed to emanate from everywhere at once. In that moment, the only sensation she felt, the only thought in her brain, the source of all the pleasure in the world, was Eric.

When it's real, you don't fall in love with any awareness. You don't get a say. You get hit fucking hard and then process it later. You know?

I want to know without words. I want to fall so violently that I risk breaking into a million pieces.

They kissed with grasping desperation, like two dying people breathing their souls back into each other.

Waterpolo is my life. Our relationship is that of predetermination I'll never be better at anything than waterpolo and that is why it is my duty to pursue this sport as long as I can, and to the best of my abilities.

The trouble with taking writing seriously, is that the more seriously you take it the harder it is to write. Possibly I take writing more seriously than any other human being that has ever lived.

I'd do you both in heartbeat and come back for seconds.

It was all I could do not to fall on my knees and weep like the bastard she always said I was, and I was a breath away from begging her to run away with me.

This is what it means to be in the middle of love, I thought. Being in the middle of love is like being in the middle of a war zone.

I didn't want to go through all the shit anymore- the feeling of being so fucking in love every single day that it hurt like a gunshot in your gut. Who the hell would want to feel like that for the rest of their life?

I love you. More than I ever thought it was possible to love someone. Siamese twin lovers, identical wombs, whatever the hell you called it. All I want in life is to drive out of this horrible, soul-destroying state with you someday.

It is impossible to become less of yourself by doing something you really wanna do. You can only become less by not doing it.

I told her she was brave and she said, "I'm not brave, I'm in love." Ha. Same goddamn thing.

You're the world's muse, Trixie." "I just want to be your muse." "Done.

Thank heaven for the wisdom of the prophets of rock 'n' roll.

Trying to describe how I felt watching her dance around and sing would be like trying to build a skyscraper with my bare bands. It made me want to marry her. Made me want to buy her a magic airplane and fly her away to a place where nothing bad could ever happen. Made me want to pour rubber cement all over my chest and then lay down on top of her so that we'd be stuck together, and so it would hurt like ell if we eer tried to tear ourselves apart.

Fuck, it's hot in here." He put the guitar down, stood up, whipped his shirt over his head and tossed it to the floor. Then he pulled off his belt like D'Artagnan drawing a sword...

Happiness is elusive, for sure.But lime love, and music, I believe in it because I can feel it.