Quotes About Yearning

Such a nice body. She nearly dropped her brush. Will you stop! Just the low velvet touch of his voice sent heat curling through her body. It was sinful and unfair to have such a voice. I did not think you would ever speak with me as a lifemate would. I waited long for that impatient comment.

He knew he would always be obsessed, would always crave her taste.

I love that your mine. I've never had anything for myself. Not one fucking thing, Evangeline. I love that when I finally have something, it's you. Your body. Your mind, Your heart. I'm going after that you know.

You're the first thing I've ever wanted for myself. You're the first time I've ever thought maybe I could have some kind of life. I don't want you to go, not for my leopard or yours, but for me.

I want you like this,crying out for me to release you but wanting it to go on for all eternity, he whispered against her skin. Pleading with me to end this, begging me to never stop. It is there in your mind.I hear you, see your fantasies.I know each of them, and I will fulfill every one.

He found he was holding his breath. A part of him wished she had a man. That she wouldn't look up, see him and smile that innocent, shy smile that told him she was interested in a monster. On the other hand, if she didn't smile at him that way, he'd be crushed. Shattered.

I don't want the world, Draden. I just want you. Here. Now. Whatever we've got in the time we have left.

Fen couldn't help himself. "I'm going to kiss you again. If you need a reason this time, it won't sound reasonable, but I can't help myself.

I love that you're mine. I've never had anything for myself. Not one fucking thing, Evangeline. I love that when I finally have something, it's you. Your body. Your mind. Your heart. I'm going after that you know. Your heart.

She found him very hard to resist, and if she was truthful with herself, she wasn't trying that much.

He was becoming intimate with her mind, with her body, like a lover, though he had not yet shared her body or mind in the way he wanted. Darius

I would not want you to think of anything while you hunt, especially not of me.I would hope that would be too distracting.

He'd missed her. Really missed her. It was strange to think of a woman night and day, to worry about her and look forward to being with her. To inhale the scent of her and know you were home. To crave her body like an addiction and need the sound of her laughter and sight of her smile. He'd never had that before and now it seemed as natural to him as breathing.

Ilya. His name came out a raspy whisper. A plea to save her from herself. His head lowered, his silky hair brushing over her skin like caressing fingers. His lips brushed over her neck just below her ear, tongue licking wickedly, teeth scraping, sending her nerve endings into shock. He lifted his head again, his gaze, hot and hungry, colliding with her desperate one. Kiss me, Joley. Stop running and kiss me.

You think I was out here debating whether or not to end my life because I was wounded and in pain, but that wasn't the reason. I had given up all hope of finding the woman meant for me. I was no longer certain I could endure loneliness without her.

She wanted to have a night of pure, perfect, tipsy sex with a gorgeous biker like Ice. But more than anything, she wanted to keep him.

He needed to crawl inside of her, share her skin, bury himself deep so she could pour the sun over him and steer him away from the shadows always clawing pieces out of him.

He knew she was already lost. HIS. He'd never thought he'd really have a chance at finding a woman of his own, one he could love and center his world around, one who would accept him and his fucked-up life, but now that she'd stepped into his world, he knew he wasn't about to let her go.

His body recognized her. Knew her. Needed her. Every cell. He'd never been so acutely focused on another human being.

He'd searched the world over for his lifemate, the woman holding the other half of his soul, the light to his darkness. She didn't exist. It was that simple. She didn't exist.

Once he had told her he wanted her to stay, she'd been lost in the wonder of that. No one ever wanted her. No one.

You know who I am, what is inside me. If distance separated us, you would still need to feel my hands on you, my mouth on yours, my body in yours, a part of yours.

She had taken him over when he wasn't looking . When he'd been so busy binding her to him. Wanting his own woman for all the wrong reasons and realizing when he had her, what the right reasons were.

She didn't have to love him back. He probably wouldn't know what to do with it if she did. No one ever had.