Quotes About Passion

How do I look?" Amanda asked. Jack shook his head ruefully as he glanced at her. No one could mistake the remaining flush on her cheeks, or the soft sparkle of her eyes, or her lusciously swollen mouth, for anything other than the results of physical passion. "Like you've been ravished," he said flatly. She astonished him by smiling. "Hurry, please. I want to go inside my house and consult a looking glass. I've always wanted to know what a ravished woman looks like.

Try to leave me, and see what happens. Go to France, go anywhere, and see how long it takes for me to reach you. Not five fucking minutes." He took a few vehement breaths, his gaze locked on hers. "I love you. I don't give a damn if your father is the devil himself. I'd let you stab a knife in my heart if it pleased you, and I'd lie there loving you until my last breath.

She smiled at him, though her hazel-green eyes were wary beneath the brim of a sodden hat. Right at that moment, staring at her across the hall, Gideon Shaw, cynic, hedonist, drunkard, libertine, fell hopelessly in love.

He was unbelievably hard. Everywhere. He was in control, infinitely stronger, and he wanted me to know it. -Ella

Evie," he whispered, "you're so warm, so lovely…oh, hell. I've got two months, thirteen days and six hours before I can take you to my bed. Little she-devil. This is going to be the death of me.

My peer would have to be dark-haired and handsome, a wonderful dancer... and he would never ask permission before he kissed me." -Lillian Bowman

Who should I send for now?" Using the last of his strength, Sebastian managed to drag her hand up to his mouth. "You," he whispered, holding her fingers to his lips. "Just you.

Please come to me, Cat, because there's no surviving you. You don't have to love me back. You don't have to be mine. Just let me be yours.

Set the world afire. Just let me hand you the matches.

Kiss me," she said urgently. Sam's eyes flickered with mild surprise. "Right now?" "Yes." "What kind of kiss?" "What do you mean, what kind of kiss? Just a regular kiss." "A friendly kiss, or a romantic kiss? Are we supposed to be going out together, or—" "Oh, for heaven's sake, " she exclaimed, and pulled his head down to hers.

I want you more than I've ever wanted anything on this earth." Sebastian took a shivering breath. "Tell me what I have to do to get you. Tell me what it will take for you to let me into your bed.

My God. I love you so much that I'm drowning in it. I can't defend against it.

She was so endearing, so indomitable, that Gabriel was wrenched with a feeling he'd never known before, as if all the extremes of joy and despair had been compressed into some new emotion that threatened to crack the walls of his heart.

You sweet…beautiful…lunatic," he heard himself mutter.

Falling hard and fast. And there didn't seem to be a thing I could do about it.

Pandora," he said huskily, holding her against his violently thumping heart. "I love you more than I can bear. You're everything to me. You're the reason the earth turns and morning follows night. You're the meaning of primroses and why kissing was invented. You're the reason my heart beats. God help me, I'm not strong enough to survive without you. I need you too much . . . I need you . . .

Hunt looked like a man who had visited many woman's beds and knew exactly what to do in them.

She was everything he'd ever wanted, beauty and fire arching against his despoiling hands.

I didn't expect it was going to be easy. But hard work is a lot easier to tolerate when it's something you want to do instead of something you have no choice about.

Because you need me," he said, drawing in his breath as she squirmed against him. "Just as I need you." He crushed his mouth to hers. "I've needed you for years." Another kiss, this one deep and drugging, his tongue searching her intimately

Crouching over her, St. Vincent teased and fondled until he felt her hips rising tentatively against his hand. "I want to be inside you," he whispered, kissing the side of her neck. "I want to go deep into your body…I'll be so gentle, love…let me turn you over, and…God, you're so lovely…

The night we met, I felt you like an electric shock. Something about you calls to the devil in me.

You thought I was peculiar," she said in a muffled voice. His mouth brushed the edge of her ear and settled against her neck. She felt that he was smiling. "Darling love… you are.

Good," he said softly. "Set the world afire. Just let me hand you the matches.