Quotes About Passion

Kev loved her. Not in the way that novelists and poets described. Nothing so tame. He loved her beyond earth, heaven, or hell. Every moment out of her company was agony; every moment with her was the only peace he had ever known. Every touch of her hands left an imprint that ate down to his soul. He would have killed himself before admitting it to anyone. The truth was buried deep in his heart.

Kissing is the best thing lips do other than smiling." Cassandra

She could love him, if she let it happen. Deeply, passionately, ruinously.

Eventually Sebastian stood, bringing his aroused body against hers, his forehead pressed to the door behind her. Evie linked her arms around his lean waist, her eyes closed as she rested her cheek against his shoulder. "The bargain…" she mumbled. "You said I could kiss you," came his gentle, wicked whisper near her ear. "But, my love…you didn't specify where.

Then give me your answer." He crushed a brief, impassioned kiss against her lips. "Say it, or I'll have to keep kissing you until you surrender.

Turn over, Helen." An approving sound, very nearly a purr, left his throat as she obeyed. He looked down at her with eyes as bright as the reflection of stars in a midnight ocean. So brutally handsome, like one of the volatile gods of mythology, wreaking havoc on hapless mortal maidens at a whim. And he was hers.

Fact #34 Kissing is like one of those electrical experiments in which one makes a fascinating new discovery but is fried like a mutton-chop in the process. Still

Alex's gaze bore her through like an icicle. He was tempted to shove her back into the ornate carriage and tell the driver to head straight for London. Or a far hotter place.

Aline," he interrupted tersely, "the forces of heaven and hell combined couldn't stop me from making love to you right now." That hardly left room for ambiguity.

It's taking all the self-control I've got to keep my hands off you. Don't play games with me, sweetheart. It's too easy for you to torture me, and I'm at my limit. To put to rest any doubts you might have…I'm jealous of every man who comes within ten feet of you. I'm jealous of the clothes on your skin and the air you breathe. I'm jealous of every moment you spend out of my sight.

I think you could probably thaw out a glacier, honey." -Hardy Cates

She felt tears slip from beneath her lashes, no matter how she tried to blink them back. Her heart was ablaze. It seemed that her entire life had led to this man, this moment of unexpressed love.

My lord," she whispered, "have you gone mad?" "Yes. Yes.

Let me kiss you here," he coaxed. "Just once." "Oh, God… no." She reached down and weakly pushed his hand away. "It's a sin." "How do you know?" "Because it feels like one," she managed to say. He laughed quietly and pulled her hips farther toward him with a decisiveness that drew a little yelp from her. "In that case… I never sin by half measures.

I'm waging war, love. And the only way to win this kind of war is to make you want to lose.

Then go find another woman," she said flatly. "I want you. Only you. The devil knows why," Sebastien glared at her.

Evie stiffened and whimpered in surprise at the realization that she was naked... that St. Vincent was making love to her and had been for some minutes. St. Vincent glanced up at her. With the slight flush on the crests of his cheeks, his eyes seemed lighter and more startling than usual. The hint of a relaxed but devious smile touched the corners of his mouth. "You're difficult to awaken," he said huskily.

I would become anyone, anything for you. I would lie, steal, beg, kill for you. I'm not sorry for what I did in the past few months. My life would have been nothing without them.

I want you too badly, love. I want you the way dry earth soaks up rain. There may have been a time in my life when I could have seen you like this and still had some hope of self-control. Although I doubt it. I've never seen anything as beautiful as you.

Every night for the rest of my life, I'll dream of the afternoon in the holloway, when I was waylaid by a dark-haired beauty who devastated me with the heat of a thousand troubled stars, and left my soul in cinders. Even when I'm an old man, and my brain has fallen to wrack and ruin, I'll remember the sweet fire of your lips under mine, and I'll say to myself, 'Now, that was a kiss.'" Silver-tongued

they're both moonstruck. You remember how it is in the beginning." She grimaced. "Yes, a state of derangement with chapped lips.

Something about her brings out the devil in me.

Damn you for saying I could survive without you. I'll have to punish you for that, cariad. For hours . . ." His mouth crushed over hers, dizzying and blatantly sexual, making promises that sent her blood racing. After

My love, have you considered the possibility that you might enjoy our consummation sufficiently to want it more than once?" How easily endearments seem to trip from his tongue. "No," Evie said firmly. "I won't." "Mmm..." A sound almost like a cat's purr left his throat. "I like a challenge.