Quotes About Romance

His hands reached out to pile her hair up, just so he could lean down and breathe along her neck. At her ear, he murmured, "Bride, this is embarrassing. I think I've caught you staring at my cock.

I want the Reader of Words to scan it before I send." She bent down and pressed a kiss to his neck. "Our story's pretty epic.

Witches are good for one thing and only one thing. Tinder. —Bowen Graeme MacRieve Third in line for the Lykae throne

nothing was sexier to her than a thoroughly smitten male. She

Your little sis is quite a boss. And she's totally in love with a Vrekener.

All's fair in love and Lore.

Maybe one day you'll come to love me as much as I do you." She frowned and pushed up on his shoulders so they were facing each other. "I happen to adore you, vampire." Her hands laced around his neck, and she twined her fingers in his hair. "No, I'm absolutely certain I love you more.

Jackson snorted. And Selena play-slapped his chest, like he was her mischievous boyfriend. At that, the initial mrowr pfft pfft I'd felt transformed into I will cut a bitch. -Evie/Evangeline/Empress The Poison Princess

Never met so many scientists who needed to get laid. Unable to help herself, she asked, What are you talking about? He stopped, leaning in, forcing her back to the wall. He rested his free hand against it over her head. Looks like we're going deep. Gotta get deep up the river. Really penetrate the virgin bush, over and over again, till we achieve our mutual aims.

I plan to have you all night, love. Do we need to do something more for contraception?

She's Head Case's mate; he's going to want her anyway. Besides, it's no' like she needs any chemicals. She's smokin' hot.

So do vampires, but that dinna stop our king from making one his queen," Rónan pointed out. "Does it hurt?

A quanto pareva, Emma era nata per essere rapita da un lykae impazzito. Il suo destino faceva schifo.

Oh, French is my favorite language. Ask fucking anybody.

Kresley Cole

Lass, if I have you here for such a short time, I doona want to quarrel with you. For now, let me show you Kinevane." He crossed to the thick curtains, opening them wide, then returned for her. Though she stiffened and leaned away, he lifted her into his arms, carrying her across the spacious room to the balcony. "You'll be surprised to know that it's still mine. No Walmart.

Because you're the type of woman who needs to be kissed. Hourly, softly. Fiercely." He skimmed his hand down over her hip and murmured near her ear, "Thoroughly.

And before you barrel through some idiotic Cosmo girl list of how-well-do-you-know-your-man questions, let me say that I don't know squat about him except that he kisses like a god and screws like a devil.

You're still my ocean," he whispers.

and I remember . . . the kisses, the taste of him, the feeling of him inside me.

Two weeks ago I didn't know what it felt like . . . to be pressed against a wall, to be propped up on a desk, to be made love to on the floor of the Venetian.

You were made for me," he breathes.

I love the way you make me feel when you walk into the room, when you look at me.

Robert," she whispers, "you have my heart.