Quotes About Passion

He lifted her up against that tiled wall. Spread her legs. Her mouth was still on him, lips, tongue, teeth… His fingers slid over her core. Pushed inside her sex. So wet. So hot. She clamped down on him and held tight.

As many times as I want," Drake told her, voice rough and dark. "Until you can't breathe without feeling me on every inch of your body.

This woman…determination burned in her eyes. Fury hardened her muscles. She was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.

Heaven and hell could wait. He had paradise right there in his arms.

And if I could control everything," his voice was for her alone, "then I'd already have gotten you, naked, under me, and I wouldn't be so wild with lust that I want to rip apart my own best friend…because you're about to put your mouth on him.

I've been dying to know," he said again, "how you taste." Oh, hell. Her right hand grabbed the back of his head, and she yanked him down toward her. Their mouths met. Open. Ready. Lips kissed. Tongues licked. And—damn! Yes, she wanted. The control she'd held so tightly began to crack. She jerked in her seat, struggling to press against him. He took her mouth. Tasted her. Tormented her. And she met him. No, she fought him, fought him for more.

Then his hands were around her waist as he lifted her up. The muscles in his arms flexed as he held her. Wow, didn't realize the man was so strong, didn't know— She licked his throat. Screw it. Lora wrapped her legs around his waist. His cock pushed against her, pressing right at the wet entrance to her sex. She arched toward him just as Kenton slammed deep. So deep. She bit her lip to hold back the scream. Skin to skin. Hot. Slick. So full.

You think I wouldn't trade anything for you? Wouldn't do anything for you? Angel, from the first look, I knew I'd fucking wreck this world for you.

The way I feel about you-it's wild and it's dark. I want you with me all the time. I want your body, your heart. I want you to need me as much as I need you.

I've never wanted another woman as much as I want you. Never have and I know I never will again. There is something special about you. You make me need. You make me want. You make me go absolutely insane so that nothing else matters but you. That kind of desire can't be contained or controlled. It will make a man desperate. Make him weak.

I must have more. Her lashes slowly lifted and her bright stare met his once more. Her breath was coming fast, so was his, and he waited for her to speak. "That was…" She smiled. "Can we go again?" Fuck, yes.

she gasped. Zero to implosion. She whispered his name, she rode that blast of pleasure and still…she wanted.

He kissed her hard. He kissed her deep. He kissed her the way he wanted to fuck her.

Because this wasn't the way that Elijah really kissed. He didn't kiss like a gentleman. He kissed like a man possessed. A man desperate to have the woman he wanted.

Can't. Come. Yet. He had to be inside her before he came, and she—she had to be on her second orgasm by then.

Kiss me hard and deep, kiss me like you need to have me that very minute. I didn't spend all this time working to get past your control so that we could go back to the beginning." Her gaze held his. "I want everything from you, and in return, well, everything is absolutely what I'll give you.

So...who do you want to hit with your bouquet? I know how much you like slamming it around in a crowd." His

You never get anywhere until you figure out the difference between passion and compassion.

Do you believe in God?' 'I believe in kissing you.

Love isn't only passion and joy. It's also sacrifice.

My feelings for John were very different from those I'd had for any other boy: more powerful, more exciting and totally unshakeable. And I sensed in John the same strong feelings. Perhaps each of us recognised and was drawn to a deep need in the other. But at the time I didn't analyse it. I simply felt certain that this was no passing fling. It was real love.

Desire is the starting point for achievement, not a hope, not a wish, but a keen pulsating desire which transcends everything.

I wanted to use what I was, to be what I was born to be—not to have a "career," but to be that straightforward obvious unmistakable animal, a writer.

You must not let yourself become too respectable. Keep yourself a little wild. What is life for, if not for the living of it?