Quotes About Temptation

Staring down at his button fly, he tried to find another explanation. Maybe he'd thrown a clot? A cock clot... or maybe... shit... There was no way he could be attracted to another female.

As the vampire trailed a fingertip along the girl's collarbone, she appeared to fall into a trance. It was not mind games on Zypher's part. Females of both races couldn't help themselves around him.

As she took a deep breath, all she smelled was him, the scent going in her nose and blooming all over her body. Bastard, she thought. Irresistible bastard

just like peaches, he said, stripping off her panties. And I love peaches. -Wrath

As he stepped forward, it dawned on her that this was a bad idea. If he wanted to talk she should meet him downstairs. After all, he was very male. And she was very naked. And they were now... yup, shut in a bedroom together. Good planning. Excellent work. Maybe she should jump out a window next.

If sex were food, Rhage would have been morbidly obese. (Dark Lover)

McDonald's, he thought. Why couldn't she have wanted Mickey D's. Or Pizza Hut. Taco Hell—

I don't do one-night stands, she blurted. Who says one will be enough.

Marissa in a long creamy gown. The cop in front of her, stroking her face, evidently poleaxed. All around them, the delicious scent of sex in the air.

Listen, I don't want things to get weird, okay. Oh, yeah, no, weird is bad. But just so you and I are clear, I really fucking want to kiss you right now.

She slapped him so fast and so hard,his head actually kicked back on his spine.His first instinct was to bare his fangs and bite her,to punish her,to tantalize himself-because there was no better spice to pleasure than a little pain.Or a lot of it.He righted his head and lowered his lids.That felt good.Do you want to do it again?

On the backs of her lids,all she saw were the bare-naked breasts laid out before him,his dark head descending,his tongue flicking free of his mouth...and then his eyes lifting and meeting hers.

V tired to imagine giving up his proclivities. My monster needs to get out. Especially now.

Qhuinn climaxed on his next swallow, the orgasm shooting out of him before he could think of any kind of boring and unattractive distraction, the pleasure cresting with such power, he sagged in his own skin. Blay's chuckle was erotic as hell. Whatever, payback was going to be a bitch, Qhuinn vowed to himself.

Only if it were raining thumbtacks and hairpins, you letch.

This time…" He bared his descending fangs, his upper lip twitching. "I want your fangs in me, I want the pain and the rush. And I want you at my throat.

No offense," she muttered, "but fucking drink.

What is this, Ruhn thought…especially as sexual arousal curled around his hips, sure as if hands were touching him— Saxton looked over without warning and stopped as he saw that he was in the regard of another.

Fuck me!" he belted out. Yes, please, his cock replied with a kick.

snagged a Tootsie Pop—then saw that it was orange, and traded that for a grape one.

I don't bite," Saxton whispered darkly. "Unless you ask." Blay

Ruhn had bared his fangs—which had descended all the way, their points like those of knives—and his already big body seemed to have swelled with aggression, becoming something huge and very deadly. As Saxton noted the transformation, his brain bifurcated, half of it remaining engaged with Minnie and the story…and the other part? All he could think of was what it would be like to have sex with that.

tonight as well. Fucking John Matthew. Ever since she'd barged into his brain and saw what he'd been doing to himself whenever he thought about her…she'd been doing likewise. Fucking. John Matthew. Like she needed this shit?

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