Quotes About Passion

He presses his mouth to the pulse point of my wrist, racing in time with my heart. 'Mock me all you like. Whatever I imagined then, now it is I who would beg and grovel for a kind word from your lips.' His eyes are black with desire. 'By you, I am forever undone.

I can't pretend that I don't like the sound of him screaming my name.

I am used to girls screaming, and your screams- your screams will be sweeter than another's cries of love.

Tell me you hate me.' 'I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you.' He kisses me harder. 'I hate you. I hate you so much that sometimes I can't think of anything else.

It takes us a long time to wend our way back down the stairs. My hands are in his hair. His mouth is on my neck. My back is against the ancient stone wall. Everything is slow and perfect and makes no sense at all. This can't be my life. This feels nothing like my life.

Hate that felt so good that he welcomed being consumed by it. Not a heart of stone, but a heart of fire.

when he kisses me, i feel as though i can finally breathe again

Cardan grabs my face, fingers splayed against my neck. His breath is against my cheek. His other hand grabs my hair, winding it into a rope.

Eres mi condena eterna

The odd thing about ambition is this you can aquire it like a fever, but it is not so easy to shed.

He's Flint Your Tinder

Bottles and carafes of it-pale green, yellow as gold, the dark purple-red of my heart's own blood.

Ambicja to coÅ› doprawdy szczególnego, Å'atwo siÄ™ niÄ… zarazi?, za to trudno jÄ… powstrzyma?.

Kiss me until I am sick of it... if you're the sickness, I suppose you can't also be the cure.

I have heard that for mortals, the feeling of falling in love is very like the feeling of fear. your heart beats fast. your senses are heighten. you grow light headed, maybe even a little dizzy.

The water is cold, but his kiss is colder.

Rzecz w tym, ?e gdy czego? wyj?tkowo mocno pragniemy, gotowi jeste?my zaryzykowa? prawie wszystko.

To show you what you would not otherwise believe,' Locke said. 'Envy. Fear. Anger. Jealousy. They're all spices.' He laughed at my expression. 'What is bread without salt? Desire can grow just as plain.' 'I don't understan-' He put a finger against my mouth. 'Not every lover can appreciate such spices. But I think you can.

Of course I like books!' Justin said, looking up. He didn't know how to explain. He'd started library school to get Linda to Sandlin, but he actually liked it. It felt good to carefully organize the books so that other people would know what they were getting themselves into. 'I've always liked books. I just don't trust them.

For you I am forever undone

I hate the way I cling to him, the nails of one hand digging into his back, my thoughts splintering, and the single last thing in my head: that I like him better than I've ever liked anyone and that of all the things he's ever done to me, making me like him so much is by far the worst.

He kisses me again, and it's like falling off a cliff. Like a mountain slide, building momentum with every touch, until there is only crashing destruction ahead.

He leans in and closes his eyes. "Most of all, I hate you because I think of you. Often. It's disgusting, and I can't stop." I am shocked into silence. "Maybe you should shoot me after all," he says, covering his face with one long-fingered hand.

Quiero que mi nombre desaparezca de tus labios.