Quotes About Romance

Tammy's eyes widened. "Oh, my God, Dorian, it's not only lust, is it? You're starting to fall for her. She matters." Tammy was wrong, Dorian thought, looking out and into the yard again. The truth was, he'd already fallen for her.

Would you believe Nell told me off for kissing Sienna in the corridor?" Felix couldn't fight his own grin. "Way I heard it, you were doing more than kissing. Wasn't there a half-unbuttoned shirt involved?" Hawke's bad-tempered grown reverberated through Felix's bones. "I can't wait to have ammunition against you. I hope Dezi pounces on you in public.

Sahara's lips curved. "I've always found the Ghost mysterious and deliciously sexy.

You are so perfect for me"—hot words against her lips—"I'd steal you if you weren't already mine.

As long as I can throw you on the bed like a caveman and pummel you to orgasm with my love-club, I'm good.

I love you." Steel-gray eyes held her own. "You're my heart.

Remember when I was terrified of you? -You were never terrified of me - Ha! Are you kidding? I was scared out of my skin, but I still thought you were hot. I'm obviously a little deranged. Raphael didn't laugh.- I'm glad you got over the terror- he said quietly- The idea of eternity without you is my personal vision of hell. -Raphael- Elena touched her fingers to his jaw- This is my heaven. You are my heaven.

care of my heart won't you, Sophie? It's a little odd having it outside my body—but I'm planning to steal yours to make up for it. —Handwritten note from Max to Sophia

I'd kiss you over and over because I love the taste of you, but I'd have to play with those pretty, pretty breasts. I'd suck and lick and maybe even bite a little. You don't mind teeth, do you, Grace?

Random sex isn't my style." "Who said anything about random?" Another teasing brush, another rush of exquisite pleasure. "I plan to have sex with you on a regular basis.

I said I would kiss you. I never said where I would kiss you." [...] "A kiss between two people is, by definition, on the lips," she argued. [...] "But this isn't about two people kissing. It's me kissing you .

What about you, pretty boy? You gonna stand there and let your girlfriend do all the work?" "What?" Watch my seriously hot woman put you on your fat ass and look sexy while she's doing it? Oh, yeah, I'm definitely game for that.

Es cierto que has perdido un poco de peso, pero eso impide que me muera por penetrarte hasta hacerte perder el sentido.

When I was a girl, I thought love meant high romance and great drama, but now I understand that love that lasts is a constellation of small kindnesses.

It was, she had to admit, some kind of wonderful to be kissed so deliciously by the only man who had dared play with her cat with the intention of winning.

Estoy loca por ti, arcángel. A veces me das un miedo de muerte, pero quiero bailar contigo de todas formas. -Elena a Rafael

I want the stars for you.

I've always loved the hopeful nature of the romance genre. We can go to terrible places, dark places with our hero and heroine, explore wounds painful and old, because we know that there is hope even in the darkness. (Interview with Read-A-Romance Month, 2013)

We'll take the Aventador," Fox said. "It hugs the road like you do my cock when I'm inside you." "Fox." She pushed at one muscled arm, to his wicked grin. "I cannot believe you just compared me to a car!" "No, I compared the car to you," he pointed out, one hand on the steering wheel, the big SUV moving so smoothly it appeared an extension of his body. "She gives me a sweet ride, but nothing comes close to my Molly.

The crowd thundered and screamed as the rock star who'd been meant to be Molly's one-night stand pressed his forehead to her own and whispered, "I'm yours.

Llevaras mi ámbar, Jess? Una sonrisa que le dijo que era amado, que era de ella. -Siempre. - Galen y Jessamy

You are so ridiculously hot," she said, running her hands down his chest. "Stop it." Grinning, he dipped his head to take a slow, smoky burn of a kiss. "Sweetheart, you annihilate me in the hotness stakes." His eyes went to her hair, her curls wild around her head. "I fucking love everything about you.

Sé quién eres —replicó, sosteniéndole la mirada—. No van a espantarme tus "imperfecciones". —Una húmeda película empañó los ojos de Sophia, volviendo iridiscente aquella negrura—. Tú y yo encajamos —susurró contemplando sus ojos atormentados—. Dos piezas rotas que forman un todo. —No era la declaración más romántica, pero salía de su alma—. No voy a perderte.

Ever since word got out about me and Riley, I've had an uncountable number of teenage girls sidle up to me and ask if wolves are good lovers.