Quotes About Yearning

She must never look into his eyes, her own unmasked, and say, Choose me, Piers. Choose me!

She wished he had stayed half a world away for the rest of his life.

She had forgotten—ah, yes, she had forgotten just how much he could stir her blood and make her ache with longing for him.

She wanted this to happen, had wanted it from that first moment of meeting him on the laneway home a couple of weeks before. She wanted him. She loved him. He was Christopher, and she did not care about anything else. She did not care.

But it was not just his kisses that she missed. There was something else about the man that exhilarated her, something that appealed to a kindred spirit in her. Mr. Seyton was a man with a goal in life, and he was willing to work toward that goal even at the expense of his own safety. There was a spirit of adventure in him. Kate found herself envying him greatly. If only there could be more adventure in her life! She would burst soon at the boredom of her present existence.

Her heart ached on.

And yet he had taken her to that inn wanting to soothe himself with feminine compassion and warmth. Her very silence and self-possession had inflamed him, angered him. He had wanted her to reach out to him as no one had reached out for more years than he could recall, and she had looked at him with steady acceptance of what she must do to earn her living. He cursed softly and turned from the

When she had been in his arms, his mouth on hers, she had surrendered completely to a physical longing that should have died years before. She had wanted him and given in to that desire. She had loved him.

Had he really held her and kissed her, not in anger, but in real need? Had there been tears in his eyes when he first lifted her against him? Had he called her 'darling,' as he had done during those days in Devon? And he had been going to take her to bed. She could have made love with Robert last night. Her needle paused above her work as shivers sizzled up her arms and along her spine.

Oh, Robert, please kiss me, she begged suddenly. Make me forget all my fears.

And he had felt the need to see her again, to put a definite end to something that had never ended.

The need to cry was almost a pain.

Of course, it was all a wild dream, anyway. She could never enter into high society again.

She thought for one moment that he was going to kiss her and longed for the touch of his lips.

She might have said yes. It was a shameful admission to have to make even in the privacy of her own thoughts. Perhaps especially there. He exerted a very powerful magic over her. Even more powerful than when she had first known him.

She wanted his very soul, it seemed. Well, she would have it. He had no more use for it himself.

He did not immediately answer. Their eyes locked and neither looked away. Camille swallowed as he pushed away from the counter and came toward her. He set one hand on the table beside hers and the other on the back of her chair. He drew breath as though to say something, but then leaned over her instead and kissed her.

I have never stopped loving you, he said. I realized that as soon as I saw you again.

If only he had been any other man in the world.

Even now Henry yearned to run to him, to curl into his arms and beg him to take her burdens on his own broad and capable shoulders. And one part of her mind was convinced that he would not turn her away, that she could trust him.

Have you missed me, Elizabeth? She considered. Yes, I have, she said. I feel relaxed and at home with you, William. Nothing more? he asked ruefully. I cannot say I feel relaxed with you. I love you, I believe.

Life could never offer what she most dreamed of.

Without even realizing it, he had come running to her.

He needed her. He needed her now.