Quotes About Passion

That tight grip could kill me.Cream running down my fingers.He inhaled deeply.I can scent you.I love the way you smell.Oh,fuck it.He left her side and,keeping his fingers inside her,he moved between her legs.

You're about to come again,and when you do,I'm going to fuck you so hard you won't be able to breathe.

How tight are you,Hellen?If I fuck you with my fingers,will you squeeze them tight?Show me what my cock aches to feel.

His kisses to her neck were growing hungry and her insides were heating up,but she managed to mutter a terse,I would rather eat my own eyeballs than sit at the table with those bastards.

Gray Donohue was a fierce and hungry beast.His hair was wild,his eyes narrowed,his face contorted into a mask of diabolical intensity.And then that face descended on hers and his mouth claimed her in a ravenous kiss.As his cock worked in and out of her pussy,as his tongue fucked the inside of her mouth,Dillon knew this was something beyond what she was capable of,beyond what her tiny scrap of an unbeating heart could ever hold on to.

You're going to spread your legs so wide I can see every inch of you.Then you're going to fuck yourself.

But right now, baby, I'm fucking you

Do you see my tongue sliding all the way down the ridge of your clit?Do you feel it thrusting up inside your cunt,fucking your drenched pussy until you come?All the way down my throat.

Sex is like crying, it does look pretty if you really do it

I enjoy my anger, it's the only hobby I have.

Sometimes love makes you selfish. Sometimes it makes you stupid. Sometimes it reminds you why you love your gun.

More than honor, more than life, I love thee. What do you say when a man whose entire existence had been his honor offers to give it up for you? You say the only thing you can. More than any crown or throne or title, I love thee, I said. more than any power in faerie, I love thee.

Hope will lie to you, but lust is what it is; it never lies.

Death, jewelry, or magic; it sounded like Valentine's Day.

Pity is an emotion that can get you killed. The only thing more dangerous is blind hate, and maybe love.

I knew what was like to finally be seduced by the thing you hunted. Mine just happened to be a more traditional seduction. Okay, at least I was still among the living.

Sex was never as neat as the movies made it. Real sex was messy. Good sex was messier.

Maybe you're not willing to give up a lover who's colder than you are.

There was a time when you would have taken my heart with stake or gun. Now you have taken it with these delicate hands and the scent of your body. - Jean-Claude

More than life, more than honor, I love thee. More than any crown or throne or title, I love thee. More than any power in faerie, I love thee.

You say that like I have a choice. These are the ideas that come to me. These are the ideas that have always come to me. If it can bleed me,eat me, or fuck me, I want to write about it. -L.K. on why she writes about sex and monsters in 'Flirt' Afterword

Lust has less logic than love, sometimes, but it's easier to fight.

I'm not sure there are enough white roses in the world to make me forget Richard. I held up my hand before she could interrupt. But I'm not sure there are enough cozy afternoons in all eternity to make me forget Jean-Claude.

That was the true terror of love, that you could love with your whole heart, your whole soul, and lose both