Quotes About Yearning

If something is easily given, they're indifferent to it. If something is withheld, they want it desperately.

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.

I've dreamed of this for so long," he whispered. "The first time we met, part of my brain said, 'I want that one.

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

He was charmed out of all reason as he watched her, this sandy, disheveled, storytelling mermaid, who seemed already to belong to him and yet wanted nothing to do with him.

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.

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.

Beatrix fled to the one place where she knew he wouldn't find her. The irony was hardly lost on her, that she was hiding from Christopher in the place she had most longed to share with him. And she was well aware that she could not hide from him forever. There would be a reckoning. But after having seen his face when he realized that she was the one who had deceived him, Beatrix wanted to put off that reckoning for as long as possible.

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

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.

Algunas personas son separadas por distancias que nunca pueden cruzar. Todo lo que pueden hacer es soñar el uno con el otro durante una eternidad, sin tener jamás lo que más desean.

She huddled against his bare chest, greedily absorbing the heat and scent of him. "Oh, this is dreadful." "Why dreadful?" he asked, smoothing and playing with her curls, his thumb venturing to her temple and grazing the fragile spot. "Because sometimes it's better not to know what one is missing." "Sweet," he whispered, and stole a kiss from her lips. "Sweet... let me stay with you a little longer.

Tom stopped in his tracks as he saw Cassandra approaching from the opposite end of the hallway. She was unspeakably pretty in a pink velvet dress with pulled-back skirts that followed the shape of her waist and hips. The front hem kicked up in a froth of of white silk ruffles with every footstep. His mouth went dry with excitement. His heart writhed and struggled like some live thing he'd just trapped inside a dresser drawer.

Holly, sweet darling, you can't possibly think I'm going to let you go." He gathered her against him, besieging her with kisses.

Troubled are they who want the world, troubled are they who have it.

This club's no place for you, tibby," he had told her with gruff fondness. "You has to stay away from a milling cove like me, and find some rum cull to marry." "Papa," she had begged, stammering desperately, "d-don't send me back there. Pl-please, please let me stay with you." "Little tangle-tongue, you belong with the Maybricks. And no use to hop the twig and run back here. I'll only send you off again.

Marcus closed his eyes and gave a faint, desperate groan. He wanted her. Not merely to bed her—though at the moment that was certainly his uppermost thought—but in other ways as well. He could no longer deny that for the rest of his life, he would measure every other woman against her, and find them all lacking.

Simon had never forgotten the first moment that he had seen her standing outside the panorama, digging through her purse with a little pucker on her forehead. The sun had picked out streaks of gold and champagne in her light brown hair and made her skin glow. There had been something so delicious... so touchable... about her, the velvety skin and shining blue eyes, and the slight frown that he had longed to soothe away.

Do you have information regarding his whereabouts, Mr. Severin?" she asked unsteadily. Tom looked directly at her then, the nonchalant mask temporarily falling away. His intense, searching gaze somehow burned through the numbness of the past twenty-four hours. "No, sweetheart," he said gently, as if there where no one else in the room. The deliberate endearment caused a few breaths to catch audibly, including hers.