Quotes About Passion

In a few minutes, West had pinned Phoebe against a corner wall of the winter garden, in a sheltered space of stone and feathery leaves. He possessed her with passion-roughened kisses, almost eating at her mouth, greedily drawing in the honeysuckle taste of her. Her skin was milk-white with golden flecks, smoothness quivering at the stroke of his tongue.

You are everything that's ever been my favorite thing," she wanted to tell him. "You are my love song, my birthday cake, the sound of ocean waves and French words and a baby's laugh. You're a snow angel, crème brulée, a kaleidoscope filled with glitter. I love you and you'll never catch up, because I've gotten a head start and my heart is racing at light speed.

I love you," he repeated hoarsely, burrowing against her. "I would have given my life to have one more day with you, and tell you that.

The thought of her was deep inside him, at the center of every thought and sensation, as if he existed only as a vessel to contain her.

Her dream lover whispered endearments as he embraced her, his mouth playing over her throat. Everywhere he touched, she felt a glow of sensation. "Shall I take you?" he whispered, carefully drawing away her clothes, baring her skin to the light and air and water. "Don't be afraid, little love, don't...

Don't tease," she muttered, trembling with need. "I can't bear it." "Sweetheart…" His silky whisper caressed her cheek. "I'm afraid you'll have to." "Wh-why?" She caught her breath as he withdrew, giving her only the tip of his shaft. "Because there's nothing I love more than teasing you.

We're both going to hell," Kathleen said as he kissed along the seam of her clenched thighs. "I've always assumed I would." Devon didn't sound all troubled by the prospect.

Cassandra sighed and purred as his hands coasted over her tired limbs. "I think I was begging," she admitted, "near the end." Tom pressed a soft laugh against the side of her throat, and kissed her flushed skin. "No, sweet. I'm sure that was me

You'll have to think of a way to solve this, Evie. Think of something fast... because otherwise..." He paused to nip hungrily at her ear, "... otherwise I'm about to screw you senseless.

Closing his eyes, he turned his face from hers, only to find himself nuzzling hungrily at her throat. She pushed at him a little, her sharp whisper at his ear. "What is the matter with you?" Marcus shook his head helplessly. "I'm sorry," he rasped, even as he knew what he was about to do. "My God. Sorry—" His mouth clamped over hers, and he began to kiss her as if his life depended on it.

My arms ache to hold you," he said. "No' just for a little while. For a long time.

I tried to curl around him, holding him with my arching body. His mouth was slow and searching, the kisses hard at first, then loosening as if unraveling from their own heat. The pleasure thickened, hard flushes rising through me, bringing the desire to full-slip ripeness.

Annabelle moistened her dry lips. "You... you mustn't stare at me like that." Soft as the murmur was, he caught it. "With you here, nothing else is worth looking at.

It's one thing to spend an afternoon in bed with me," Christopher said darkly. "It's another to experience day-to-day life with a lunatic." "I know all about living with lunatics. I'm a Hathaway.

You need a man who will match your will, own you, occupy every part of your body and every corner of your soul.

Taking a rosy crest into his mouth, he sucked lightly, ran his tongue over it, until she relaxed beneath him and began to moan. Cam couldn't stop from moving then, forgetting everything but the need to push deeper into the gently gripping flesh, the warm limbs curving around him, the sweet panting mouth beneath his. He whispered compulsively against her lips... one word, over and over, the ecstasy crowning higher every time. " Mandis... mandis..." Mine.

He kissed like a man who had lived too fast, learned too late, and had finally found the thing he wanted.

This was getting bloody ridiculous, he thought savagely. If she became any more adorable, endearing, or delectable, something was going to get broken.

I run to the coffeemaker like a soldier returning to a lost love after the war.

By the time he released her mouth, she was limp and passive, all her consciousness focused on the sensations that drew her toward some unknown end. Opening her eyes, Daisy looked at him through a haze of sensuality. "That…that was much improved," she managed to say with dignity. "I'm glad I was able to teach you something.

He cradled my face in his hands and smiled into my streaming eyes. "Because I know you, Liberty Jones. Don't cry, sweetheart, you're killing me." "I'll make it up to you, I swear—" "Shut up," Gage said tenderly, and kissed me with a blistering heat that made my knees buckle.

What about the other guy?" My eyes half closed as I felt the heel of his hand brush the side of my breast. "He's the past," I managed to say. "You're the future." "Damn right I am.

Releasing an explosive breath, Ross went to the chair where Sophia had sat, his fingers coasting over its back and arms. Driven by primal urges, he hunted for any trace of warmth her hands might have left on the wood. He breathed deeply, seeking to absorb a lingering hint of her fragrance. Yes, he thought with purely masculine agitation, he had been celibate for too long.

Querías amor. Ahora lo tienes. Te quiero lo suficiente, mi amor es tan grande como el de una docena de personas. Tal vez haya algo que no estaría dispuesto a hacer por ti, alguna regla o ley que no quebrantaría, pero que me aspen si se me ocurre cuál podría ser.