Quotes About Temptation

I pointed behind me. "They're my guys. It's not that you aren't cute, but when this is already waiting at home it makes a girl a little less eager to add new men.

A challenge forever," I said. "For all eternity," he whispered. I let him draw me down into a kiss, and part of me was still not sure if I'd done a good thing or a bad thing. But just for tonight, I didn't care.

J.J kissed Jason and said, "I'm going to freshen up and change into something more comfortable." She walked toward the bathroom, big bag swinging at her side. I called after her, "Is it really more comfortable, or just the opposite?" She laughed. "You'll see soon enough." "Shit, that means I need lingerie too.

I was hungry, and the corn dogs smelled good. Should I eat first or accuse the Master of the City of murder? Choices, choices. I

A hundred years later and someone gazes upon you as if you were heaven itself, but you know in your heart of hearts that it's not heaven you're offering them, it's hell.

Thanks, but I don't drink, she said as she ignored his arm and breezed past him. I'm just here to get laid.

Never believe that a vampire will only take a little. That it won't hurt. That's like believing your date will pull out in time. Just trust him. Yeah, right.

I stared at Jean-Claude still cuddled on the corner of the bed. He looked adorable, and if I'd had a gun, I'd have shot him on the spot.

Show me you have enough power to make it worth my while, and I'll give you any body fluid you want.

There was a look on his face that was hard to describe. The devil must look like that after you've signed on the dotted line and given away your soul.

I stared at the phone. I'd had to do it. Had to. So why did my stomach feel tight? Why did I have the urge to call Jean-Claude and warn him? Was it the marks, or was Richard right? Did I love Jean-Claude in some strange, twisted way? God help me, I hoped not.

Hello, Jean-Claude," I said. "Greetings, ma petite," he said. His voice was like fur, rich, soft, vaguely obscene, as if just talking to him was something dirty. Maybe it was. "Don't call me ma petite," I said. He smiled slightly, not a hint of fang. "As you like.

Benissimo. Il tuo peccato è la lussuria, Anita, cioè lo stesso del tuo master e di tutti i suoi vampiri.» Scossi la testa, sentendo un sorriso sgradevole incurvarmi le labbra. Lo stesso sorriso che lascia freddi i miei occhi e di solito significa che sono davvero incazzata. «No, non è questo il mio peccato. Non è quello più vicino e più caro al mio cuore.» «E qual è allora il tuo peccato?» «L'ira, Malcom. L'ira.»

I straightened up, pulling just a little away from him. He looked at me questioningly. "Something wrong?" "Nice aftershave," I said. No need to confess that I'd had an almost irresistible urge to nibble his neck. It was too embarrassing. The

I wanted to slug him. The desire to smash that beautiful face was physical. It tightened my shoulders, made my arms ache. But I knew better. You don't volunteer for slugfests with vampires. It shortens your life expectancy. I

have food stains on him somewhere. "Where were you all dressed up?" I asked. "Where were you all undressed?" he asked. He smiled when he said it. I felt heat rush up my face and hated it a lot. I hadn't done anything worth blushing for. "Fine, let's go." I grabbed my trench coat from the back of the couch and touched dried blood.

What do you want?' 'I want to play,' he said. I stared at him. 'Just like that. You don't know what I'm involved in, but you want a piece of it.' 'Following you around lets me kill a lot of people.

That was the real danger with not being monogamous. It wasn't really the sex, though that bugged me a lot. It was the fact that it meant the other person wasn't satisfied, that they were still looking. If you're still looking, sometimes you find it, whatever it is.

Money doesn't spend in hell, Wilkes. The devil deals in a different coin.

You enjoying your rabbit food?" I asked. "That was low, Anita," he said, and he stirred his salad with his fork, not really eating it. Maybe that was how you lost weight on salads; you just didn't want to eat them, so you didn't eat, and voilà, you lost weight.

Il movimento dei suoi fianchi rimase lento, guardingo, meraviglioso, ma io volevo di più. Accostai la bocca alla sua. Non sono fragile. E lo baciai con tanta violenza da sentire la pressione delle sue zanne.

My lioness was crouched inside me, ready to spring, but would that hurt me more than him? "It means I can feed on things besides sex, and I'm trying very hard not to feed on you." "I know you are trying not to have sex with me." Great. It was like he'd edited what I'd said and heard only the sex part. I should have known he would.

He threw one long, leather-clad leg over the couch arm and slithered over it to his feet. It was like watching a lap dance without a lap. To my knowledge, Jean-Claude had never stripped at Guilty Pleasures, the vampire strip club he owned, but he could have. He had a way of making even the smallest movement sexual and vaguely obscene. You always felt like he was thinking wicked thoughts, things you couldn't say in mixed company.

We must eat, drink, sleep, be idle, have sex, love, touch the sweetest things in life and yet not succumb to them.