Quotes About Passion

For the first time in his life, he was beginning to recognize that true passion was not easily satisfied, that there was a difference between the needs of his cock and the organ that resided two feet above it. It was not a welcome discovery.

Her presence pierced him like arrows, promising a future of endless unsatisfied wanting.

I would rather be thrown in a fiery pit of hell than return to Wales," Unable to tolerate him for another second, Helen stood and said coolly, "I'm sure that can be arranged, Mr. Vance.

I have so much love for you , I could fill rooms with it. Buildings. You're surrounded by it wherever you go, you walk through it, breathe it… it's in your lungs, and under your tongue, and between your fingers and toes…" -Harry

It is one of my failings, to love beautiful things so dearly.

No one had ever told her that love could make every cell in one's body hurt.

Daisy, love," he whispered, "You're so soft…so dainty…where shall I touch you? Here? Or here…" "There," she sobbed, as his fingers slid to just the right spot. "Yes…oh, there…

They had known each other intimately, as husband and wife, countless times, He had held her with tenderness and passion, but never with such rampant wildness.

I'm going to kiss you as long and as often as I like, and you're not to utter a word of protest.

When their noses were nearly touching, he took a deep breath, and said, "I love you, dammit." She brushed her lips teasingly against his. "How much?" He made a slight sound, as if the soft kiss had affected him intensely. "Without limit. Beyond forever.

You have no romance in your soul," Poppy told Harry at intermission. "Not in my soul, no," he replied gravely. "However, I have a great deal of it in other locations." -Poppy & Harry

He took a quick breath and reached down, his hand sliding over my pajama bottoms as he coaxed my hips high and tight. The full-on pressure of him was stunning, galvanic. He was unbelievably hard. Everywhere. He was in control, infinitely stronger, and he wanted me to know it. -Ella's thoughts about Jack

You said I could kiss you," came his gentle, wicked whisper near her ear. "But, my love... you didn't specify where.

This was never making love before..not before you.I knew how different it was going to be with you the first time we kissed." "You knew that...just from a kiss?" "I'll have to remind you about the kiss.

Love is a form of madness, isn't it?

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."-Rhys Winterborne's to Helen Ravenel

Feeling the reverberations of my panic, Jack pulled me between his thighs and gathered me against his chest. He held me wordlessly, with infinite patience. "I guess . . . ," I managed to say eventually, "I don't feel all-the-way safe." "Probably because you're not." Jack hooked his fingers at the side of my panties, drawing them down. "But in a few minutes, darlin', you're not going to give a damn." -Ella & Jack

I want to make you scream and claw and faint in my arms," he whispered, his masculine bristle scraping against her skin.

McKenna…I never dared to dream about this." His thick lashes swept downward, and he pressed his forehead against hers. "I did," he said gruffly. "For thousands of nights I dreamed of making love to you. No man on earth has ever hated sunrise as much as I do." He

He wanted to bed her. Visions darted from his seething imagination, of her body, the limbs and curves and skin he had not yet seen, the swell of her bottom as he cupped it in his hands. He wanted the scent of her in his nostrils, and on his own skin…the drag of her long hair over his throat and chest…He wanted to do unspeakable things with her mouth, and with his own.

After a while McKenna rested on his side to watch her. He seemed to have regained control over himself, though his eyes were still bright with unspoken passion. Aline shook her head with a wistful smile. "No one will ever look at me the way you do. As if you love me with every part of yourself." Slowly he reached out and tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. "That's how you look at me too.

Murmuring her name, he brought her hand to his face and nuzzled ardently into her palm, his lips brushing the warm circlet of her gold wedding band. "My love is upon you," he whispered... and she knew then that she had won. This imperfect, extraordinary, passionate man was hers, his heart given over completely to her safekeeping. It was a trust she would never betray.

Half measures. My God. I love you so much that I'm drowning in it. I can't defend against it. I don't know who I am anymore. All I know is that if I give in to it entirely—" He tried to control the anarchy of his breath. "You mean too much to me," he said raggedly.

She strained as he began to kiss along the side of her neck. Her skin was hot from exertion, a little salty, and her scent was divinely arousing: horses, fresh winter air, roses.