Quotes About Yearning

She'd been born for him. And I was born to find her…

W-we both know your life would be so much simpler without me! I am just a thorn in your paw. He nodded easily. And it reminds me of you - every move I make, I think of you. My lips parted. Again I realized that he was the only thing in my life that made me feel sane, made me want to fight for a future. Evangeline, I've got to feel you with my every step. His shaking hand closed over my nape, squeezing. Or I go a little crazy, me.

Her heart sank. That's why he found her attractive- because he'd been so long without. He'd probably find a perfumed rock appealing at this point.

I know I'm wrong in the head! I want to be . . . right. For you. - MacRieve ?#IAD13 ~

When he was this close to me, I could feel his palpable yearning. I could sense that gut-wrenching loneliness he'd suffered.

He opened his mouth to speak, closed it, then tried again: "That wild storm was a tiny fraction of what was going on inside me. I look at you . . . and I soar. I make love to you, and everything is new; I feel . . . so much. I'm certain my chest will explode from it. . . . Gods, I make no sense, do I?

I've a sense for these things. Tonight you're aching for a man. At that, she glanced away. You might be right, Scot, she said casually, then faced him once more. Her voice a purr, she said, But are you the man I await...where I ache?

You think I'd stop with a kiss? You assume I'd want you to?

Voice rough with lust, he said, "I have one treasure." He slowed, pinning my gaze with his starry one. "And she owns my soul

Mariketa: Stalking me, Mr MacRieve? Bowen: No' likely, witch. I only stalk what I want to catch.

Are you jealous, lass?" "Yes!" she cried, as if she couldn't believe the question. "While you've been running around growling 'mine', I've been silently saying it right back at you." This got better and better.

If you feel lust—he pressed a kiss against her collarbone—I want you automatically to seek me to ease it.

He took my hand in his, and that easy compatibility flowed between us. God, how I'd missed this. It shouldn't feel this right. I was married. In a way. I loved Aric. Yes, my husband wanted me dead and had decapitated me twice, but all relationships had issues, right?

The one who fingered me like he was digging to China

Come, Touch, But you'll pay a price.

Oh, God, my poison! I didn't know you then! Had no idea what you would come to mean to me!

He grinned down at her, that half-grin that made her heart twist, then slowly rocked forward to fill her. "Tell yourself that, Valkyrie." He leaned down to catch her gasp with his lips. "As much as you like.

I've searched for you, Emmaline. Searched for years, ever since I heard rumors of your existence. I want you to be my queen." "Yeah, I get that a lot

Kresley Cole

When I think about kissing anyone, I imagine you. Only you. I can't pretend that this isn't so.

All I can think about is him. His body. It's like I'm drugged. My brain goes on a loop, replaying things we've done, imagining things we'll do. I walk around in this lust-fueled haze.

Do you want a man in your bed?" he murmured, his thumb stroking higher until he found the silk she wore. He hissed in a breath. "Fine!" she said in a strangled tone. "I'll tell you. I do want one. But it'll never be you." "Why no' me?" "I-I've heard about your kind. I know that you get mindless and savage, scratching and biting like animals." "What's wrong with that?

And at the end of the night, he stared down at her in puzzlement. He didn't know which facet of her he liked better. The siren in black satin that made his cock and fangs ache or this angel with her bright red hair spread across his pillow—who made his chest ache.

To envy was to lack.