Quotes About Yearning

Her absence in my life was so painful that it was a presence.

And when he did that, my hands curled into fists because I thought about touching his face like maybe I could catch joy in my hands and hold it.

I want this world. I want you.

Gwen Cassidy needed a man. Desperately. Failing that, she'd settle for a cigarette.

She will never know that tonight, she was mine.

Hunger for me, ka-lyrra, he thought silently, get addicted to me. I will be both venom and antidote, your poison and your only cure.

Bloody hell, Ms. Lane, how many "buts" are you going to throw at me besides the only one I want? He rakes a hungry gaze over my ass and I shiver.

I realized I would rather have a single night with you, even if it meant I was doomed to be bound to you, aching for you forever than not know such love.

It had taunted, provoked, brushed its big, hard body against hers at every opportunity, and in general lounged about looking like the epically horny fairy it was reputed to be. ~Gabby's thoughts on Adam

He is so beautiful that he makes a part of my soul weep. I don't understand those tears. They aren't like the ones I cry for Alina. They aren't made of water and salt. I think they're made of blood.

Master to slave: when he says "Fuck me," my body softens and I get wet. It's visceral. Inescapable. I love the way he says "Fuck me," as if his body will explode if I don't touch him, slam down on him and take him inside me, meld our flesh together in that place we both find the only peace we ever know. Out of bed, we're a storm. In bed, we find the eye.

He had so many ambitions. She had but one. To love.

Because I knew the moment I saw you," he ground out savagely, her "I hate you" still ringing in his ears, "that in another life—a life where I didn't become a dark sorcerer—you were my wife. I cherished you. I adored you. I loved you until the end of time, Jessica MacKeltar. But I doona get to have that life. So I'll take you any fucking way I can get you. And I'll not apologize for one moment of it.

Él. Lélegzem. Akarom. ?t. Mindig. T?z a fagyosságomra. Jég a tüzemre.

How could a peacock lust for a lion?

Sexual excitement alters the lines of her body, fuses it into new lines against mine. A woman's spine changes when she wants to fuck, a subtle, supple shifting at the base, a sharper curve at that hollow where back meets ass. Breasts tighten and lift, the slant of jaw changes as the mouth prepares and muscles draw tight. I have studied humans for a small eternity. Intent infuses their every movement. Road maps to their inner navigation, plastered all over their skin. Born to be slaves.

Devil and Angel: he, seduced by her lightness; she, tempted by his darkness. Each drawn to what they lacked.

The nights go on waiting for a light that never comes

I always want you, Chloe-lass," he murmured suddenly in a low voice, for her ears only. "There's no' a moment that I doona.

One day you may kiss a man you can't breathe without, and find breath is of little consequence.

I didn't say I didn't like you. 'Like' is such a puerile word. Mediocre people like things. The only question of any significant emotive content is: Can you live without it?

This close to him I must bite my tongue to prevent myself from moaning with need. This close to him I feel like an animal.

You doona hate me for not being able to return you?" He paused for emphasis. "Ever, Gwen. I can't return you ever.

What if I told you that when you kiss me, lass, I doona feel cursed? That mayhap your kisses could save me. Would you?