Quotes About Passion

I suddenly knew, in a way I'd never had before, what want meant, and why it was dangerous and greedy and huge.

You love him, man," was what Jensen did say. "You love him so much, you're making plans to go to hell for him.

He tasted like gingermint and chocolate kulfi and something stronger and more powerful, something like want and need, and Owen drank him in and gave him back, dying for him in the subjective three hours it took to get to Malcolm's door.

But strong isn't suits and a stupidly expensive lifestyle." "No?" "No. Strong is having the faith to run after a guy you've fallen for and taking the risk of looking like an idiot in the middle of St Pancras. And not giving enough of a fuck to not do it.

He wasn't sure which one of them initiated the kiss, but it started soft and then went sweet and then went tender and then went tinder, and then went out-of-control blaze.

I know I get you to myself all the time, but… but…." There was an uneven touch in Quentin's hair, and Quentin almost stopped breathing. "You're the only thing I've wanted. I wanted my degree, but, you know, that came sort of easy. I wanted a business, and we've done that. And the whole time… hell, even before we had our first class together… before our first study group, before we got dorm assignments… all I wanted was you.

Twenty-eight years, Kenny," Will panted. "Twenty-eight years thinking sex was for the lucky and the brave. Then I find out I can close my eyes, think of you, and become a frickin' god—now c'mon and make me a god!

Surprisingly, their next kiss generated some heat, and the next, and the next, because touching Will without heat, without tenderness, without heart, turned out to be something Kenny absolutely could not do.

some people would sacrifice their biggest love for a bigger hate.

I played this game for myself. Its all you've ever wanted me to do, and I did. And playing for me means you. It means you, and me, and the world can take a flying fuck. It means whatever we do for the rest of our lives, we do it forever, and we do it openly, and—

Taylor liked a little more bite from a kiss. Brandon had that. Like the bite of alcohol in a mojito—some citrus, some mint, and some wow. Absolutely lethal.

Fucking mine, you hear me? Mine—no one else's, you're fucking mine and I fucking want you. I want you, and I'm taking you, and I'm never giving you back!

stolen kisses.

Jason liked to do things—touchy things—that had nothing to do with "This will get your dick hard" and everything to do with "This will make your heart beat and your chest swell and your stomach erupt into butterflies, and you will weep wanting to be touched like that some more.

If basketball loves me as much as I've loved this sport, then it's not going to care who I am when I play it. If the world hates me more than it loves basketball, then I'd say that's the world's loss.

It needed a cock cozy, or Crawford's mouth, just to keep it warm.

Was sheathed tightly, stroked by Derek's clenching muscles, swelling in its prince's chamber, even as Rico started to rock back and forth.

Without the weight of the world on his shoulders, Cal made love like the Native American god of sex, whomever that may be.

I love you, big man. I love you so much I can't believe the world turned before we met. But you and me, we are going to have a big, ugly,

I miss you," he gasped into Kelly's chest. "Oh God. I miss you so much." Kelly moaned—not a sexy moan, a sad one—and they were both crying, kissing, tasting salt and sex on each other's skin as the final, more painful crest hit them both.

First I'm gonna rim ya. Then I'm gonna finger ya. Then I'm gonna fuck ya!

Climax was a roaring, gentle thing from the pit of his stomach. Trav's body in his arms should have grounded him, but instead they flew, flew together, and Trav's groan against Mackey's shoulder, the hot spurt of his come in Mackey's ass, that was the crescendo, the soaring of the heavens against his face, the ocean roaring of the wind in his ears.

Collin heard the garage door open and saw the halo glare of the white lights and kept pumping his hips while saying, "Just shut up, Tommy, and fucking come!" Being the gentleman that he was, he nailed Tommy's prostate and gave him a reach-around. Tommy squealed and came all over his hand, and Collin grunted and poured himself into Tommy.

The whole world trembled under the two of them, and the only time it felt right and solid was when they were close like this, close enough to touch.