Quotes About Passion

That night they made love, the kind of love-making that is another country, a country of its own, not yours or mine.

Sometimes, I sit down to sketch at the unearthly hour of 3 in the morning!

You trying to make me crazy?" "Everyone needs a hobby.

Elena: "I guess a dying woman can be stupid if she wants. I'm crazy about you, Archangel. You scare the shit out of me at times, but I want to dance with you anyway.

He closed his eyes, dropping his forehead against hers. "You'll be the death of me, Elena." She smiled. "You need a little excitement in that boring old life of yours.

Love, he thought as he held her to his heart, was an agony beyond compare.

But it was the dark hunger in his tone that got to her. Damn kinky vampire had actually liked the knife. Shit .

I'm crazy about you, Archangel. You scare the shit out of me at times, but I want to dance with you anyway.

But you, you've always been the rain, the wind, inside my mind. I taste you when I sleep, when I wake, when I breathe.

Eternity would mean nothing without you. For no power on this earth would I trade my Elena.

I want no blood from you--not until we're both sweaty and naked and you're screaming my name.

Damn, but I like making out with you Sienna. Let's do it again tomorrow." He left to the sound of a feminine snarl. It made his lips curve into a feral smile.

Honor?" "Yes." "I'm going to do things to you now that a good girl definitely shouldn't let a man do to her.

You ever taunt me with Tasha again," she said in a harsh whisper when they broke the kiss to gasp for air, "and I will geld you." Raphael winced. "That would take at least a day to repair. Are you sure you want to lose my....attributes for that long?

How do you know it'll be pleasurable?" He got on the bed and lay down. Breath a whisper, she came closer and tied one wrist to the headboard. The cat growled but didn't try to make him wrench free. "Because just looking at you gives me the most extreme pleasure I've ever felt." "Christ, baby, tie me up before you start talking like that.

Stay with me. I'll show you things that'll make you laugh in delight, scream in passion, cry for the sheer joy of it.

Make me forget." A whisper, a plea. Not giving her what she wanted wasn't even an option. He switched their positions so she was under him. "Aren't you afraid I'll take advantage?" She wiped away her tears. "Please do." "Ask nice." "Why don't I make you angry instead? That gets me kissed a lot.

You said I could pet you as long as I liked." "Didn't say I wouldn't try to fuck you in the middle of the petting." Her eyes snapped up to meet his. "That's feline logic. You're a wolf." "I'm learning from the best.

If I were to splay you out on my desk and thrust my fingers into you right now, I think I'd find different.

I could kiss you forever," she murmured against his lips, sucking at the lower one, playing with the upper, his body weight a luscious pressure. "I love feeling you against me." "You say such things, Elena. You will make me your slave.

Death holds no allure for me, Elena." The power of him cut against his skin, a cold white fire. "Not when I have yet to sate my hunger for you.

I will love you until the day they put me in the earth.

I need a Stetson, so I can ride you like a cowgirl" - Mercy to Riley

While Dmitri, as the leader of Raphael's Seven, could not accept such a weakness, the mortal he'd once been, the one who had loved a woman with a wide mouth and eyes of slanted brown . . . that man understood what it was to love so deeply it was a kind of beautiful madness.