Quotes About Passion

You," she murmured, using both hands to undo his belt, "are the sexiest man I have ever met." He made her think bad thoughts simply by breathing.

He'd kill for her, destroy for her, savage anyone who dared attempt to take her from him. And he would never let her go...even if she begged for her freedom.

His kiss held his heart. It broke hers.

To be haunted by my heart is no threat.

Do I look like I want to be eaten alive after sex?

Love was an agony beyond compare

His hands clenched. "Sugar, I'm this close to tearing off your clothes and teaching you exactly how badly I take you keeping secrets from me. Your choice. Talk or get naked.

She stepped out of reach. "Go put on a shirt and get your mind out of bed." "Impossible with you around." "Pretend I'm holding a rifle. In fact, pretend I have you in the crosshairs." Janvier sighed, rubbing at a jaw shadowed by morning stubble. "I love it when you talk dirty.

He'd been so angry at her -always pushing his buttons, that girl. But then he'd taken her into his arms, and all that anger had blazed into a darker, hotly possessive need that had urged him to bend his head, bite down on the throbbing pulse in her neck, leave a mark.

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

God, I love your skin." "My skin?" She glanced uncomprehendingly at her own arm when he rose from nibbling at her. "It's brown." "It's melted chocolate and coffee with cream, exotic as the fucking desert, and so damn erotic. I have wet dreams about you naked on my sheets, your skin smooth and hot from the sun's rays." She swallowed, chest heaving. "You make me sound edible." He purred. "You are.

No more chances, Golden Eyes. You're mine and I'll draw blood to enforce my claim.

Don't be afraid of me, Sahara." Bending his head, he spoke with his lips against hers, the contact igniting a thousand tiny lightning strikes in her blood. "I'd line the streets with bodies before I'd ever hurt you.

Are you calling me your gift?" "Yes." She smiled. "How do you feel about that?" "Like it's my turn to be unwrapped." He nibbled at her mouth. "Do it slow.

What was that?" "Really excellent sex." "You were trying to sex me into submission." "Did it work?" A lazy grin as he turned to look at her. "I was just trying to be me.

It was you. Always . Only ever you.

This song is for my Molly, who is the best fucking thing that´s ever happened to me. Also, for those suicidal idiots sending her fan mail asking her to run away with them, I will hunt you down and rip off you nuts.

I love you. I will always love you.

Come make me sticky. Dimitri to Honor

Dmitri clearly gives good . . . blood.

He leaned down until his lips brushed her ear. "I told you to stop flinching." And then he bit her. A slow, painless nip but there were definitely teeth involved.

What about your freedom?" he whispered in her ear over a minute later, bracing his hands palms down on the wall beside her head. He made no move to stop her as she stroked and petted every inch of that sinfully gorgeous chest, all hard muscle and gleaming skin overlaid with silky-rough strands of dark hair. "Idiot." She nipped his jaw with her teeth. "The only freedom I ever wanted was the right to love you.

A kiss today, nakedness tomorrow?Gabriel liked to think positive and plan ahead.

Pressing his thumb down on her jaw to part her lips, he kissed her again, angel dust glittering in the air. "Mmm." She rubbed against him. "Did you make a change to your special blend?" Angel dust, he'd told her, was normally rich and exquisite, but not sexual. Elena had only ever tasted Raphael's blend, and it was always oh-so-sexual-today, it also held a dangerous bite. Kisses down her throat. "I wouldn't wish my consort to suffer ennui.