Quotes About Yearning

I need you, malen'koye plamya, just to breathe, to live . I've never said that to another human being, but it's the truth. Not for Shturm, but for me.

She had the mad desire to circle his waist with her arms and just hold on to all that solid muscle. He was a rock when her world felt built on sand.

She was inexperienced and she didn't give herself lightly, but he could have her. He just wanted to be her choice.

His body didn't just want her. It demanded her, burned for her.

Just once, even if it wasn't real she wanted to feel as if a man saw only her. No one else. For those moments, she was his world. His canvas. He saw beauty in her.

For one moment his mask slipped and she saw his eyes go dark with desire. Every line in his face was etched with a sensuality that kept her breath trapped deep in her lungs. No one had ever looked at her like that in her life.

For the first time in her life she felt weak with wanting. With need. Yet at the same time, she did feel sort of attractive. She was aware of herself as a woman, as feminine, when she'd always felt masculine. He'd given her that, and she'd be forever grateful.

Kiss me, Raven. Remember me." She lifted long lashes and searched his black, hungry gaze with blue eyes that had darkened to deep purple. There was a burning intensity in the heat of his gaze, of his body. "If I kiss you, Mikhail, I won't be able to stop.

Seduction wasn't difficult when two people were both willing...and she was so willing. Whatever he wanted. Any way he wanted. Anywhere.

He smiled at her, looking more like temptation than ever before. She didn't care, she wanted everything he could give her.

His body was settling over hers, his knee nudging her thighs apart so he could press against her soft, welcoming body. "I think you should just stay naked and waiting for me," he growled, stroking her to ensure her readiness.

Fuck no, he wasn't saving her. [...] he was keeping her for himself.

I cannot lie to you," he whispered. "You know my thoughts. You know the beast that dwells inside. I try to be gentle with you, to listen to you. Always that wildness breaks free, but you tame me. Raven, please, I need you. And you need me. Your body is weak, I can feel your hunger. Your mind is fragmented--allow me to heal you. Your body cries out for mine as mine does for yours. Kiss me, Raven. Do not give up on us.

Ice wanted her. For whatever reason, he might even need her.

I'm not going to sleep with someone I don't know because I'm lonely." He laughed softly, low and amused. "Is that what you think? That you would be sleeping with me because you are lonely?" His hand was at her throat again, stroking, caressing, heating her blood. "This is why you will make love with me. This." His mouth fastened on hers.

I burn for you. Even in my sleep, the sleep of our people where there can be no thought, I burn for you.

He pulled out of her mind abruptly. She knew because she felt bereft. Starkly alone. The feeling was raw and ugly after having him there with her. She wanted him back, and that wasn't an intelligent response.

I can see this is going to take some heavy persuasion." His lips moved over her face like a brand, fastened on her mouth, and rocked the very earth. "No one should be able to kiss like you do," Raven whispered. He kissed her again, tantalizingly sweet, his tongue sliding over hers sensuously, pure magic, pure promise. "Say yes, Raven. Feel how much I need you.

My life has never been my own. I've got all the money in the world, and nothing that I want. Until you. I want you. You're what I want for myself.

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. I want complete surrender from you. Nothing less will do.

The truth was, Sevastyan wanted a woman of his own. A partner. A woman to love. A woman who held the mate for his leopard. That same gift his cousins had. He doubted if that was going to ever happen for him. His father and Mitya's father both had seen to that with their torture and deviant training.

How could she not answer him more fully when he was looking at her so directly? When the deep, commanding way he said her name made her feel that if she didn't tell him the truth, he would be disappointed.

Desire tightened his thigh muscles, drew up his balls and danced in his belly. He held her head

I can hear your weariness. Sleep now. You're not to worry about me , she instructed softly. She ached for the touch of his fingers, the sight of him, and that gave him satisfaction. She was already missing him--just as he was missing her.