Quotes About Temptation

He had first come into the house with her whom he loved. And Daisy was dressed in her bridal gown and wore a white lace veil. Her skin was a beautiful colour of dark honey and her laughter was sweet. At night he had shut himself in the bright room to study alone. He had tried to cogitate and to discipline himself to study. But with Daisy near him there was a strong desire in him that would not go away with study.

What was she thinking? Tarnished Silver? Brother. He probably practiced that smoldering look in the mirror so all women within a mile would fall over like nine pins when he smiled. Well, count her out. He was mouthwatering to look at, but so was cheesecake, and cheesecake was a heck of a lot safer.

Cos as me dad always said, fast women and slow horses get you nowhere.

Straightening, he towered over her, his eyes glowing with unmistakable heat. I would find the nearest supply closet and take you up on that ofer faster than you can say 'Let's get naked.

Jack, please," she whispered, even though she had no idea what it is she was begging for. "You want sex, I'll give you sex." His low, deep voice embodied control, and did the strangest things to her body. "But before I put my cock inside you, I want to touch and taste every inch of you.

Well that's the problem with paradise- nothing attracts a serpent quite like it.

The cold, like the darkness, can become a deceptive comfort you never want to leave.

he was like the drug she knew she shouldn't take,but the drug that kept coming back to feed her addiction

Well that's the problem with paradise—nothing attracts a serpent quite like

that's the problem with paradise—nothing attracts a serpent quite like it.

The moon made me do it.

I need all my strength to stop myself from reaching out and slapping him across the face every time he smiles at me.

Well, that's the problem with paradise. Nothing attracts a serpent quite like it. 

Almighty God teach you my dear brother...more wit and knowledge than to be taken in by a good for nothing destructive flirt and devil.

It's fine." Brett shrugged, suppressing the urge to say something like, "The drugs are okay, but the sex is lousy." But she didn't want her suddenly nun-like sister to have a heart attack before Brett got a chance to pump her for information.

A veritable weapon of mass distraction!

The gift had caused me to steal. I hated the gift. But I wanted to do the painting.

If there is ever a moment when we are most vulnerable, it's when we're closest to the idea of the attained desire, and thus farthest from ourselves, which is when we'll tread through any flame.

But there's a juicy artery in your groin, he said after a pause to regroup, his voice as slithery as a snake on a slide. Don't you talk dirty, I told him. I won't listen to that.

Should I just bite you, and end it all?, he whispered. I would never have to think about you again. Thinking about you is an annoying habit and one I want to be rid of.

You're lips are bloody.' He seized my face in both hands and kissed me. It's hard not to respond when a master of the art of kissing is laying one on you.

So you want me to go to a human orgy, where I will not be welcome, and you want us to leave before I get to enjoy myself? ~Eric Northman

Eric appeared to be counting my eyelashes. I tried to keep my gaze on my hands, to indicate modesty. I felt power tweaks kind of flow over me and had an uneasy feeling Eric was trying to influence me. I risked a quick peek, and sure enough he was looking at me expectantly. Was I supposed to pull off my dress? Bark like a dog? Kick Bill in the shins? Shit.

I had never realized a woman could have to struggle to keep her hands off a man, but here I was, digging my nails into my palms, staring at the inside of my eyelids as though I could maybe see through them if I peered hard enough.