Quotes About Temptation

I'm about to come just looking at you between my legs. Do anything you want to me.

As V lit up and inhaled, he tried not to look at the cop and failed. Fucking peripheral vision. Always did him in.

Not now, she told her damn libido. After three years of not noticing anything of the opposite sex, now was absolutely, positively not the time to get back on that train. And he was not the right male, at any rate. And goddamn it, she was not that kind of a female— The male had an ass that went on for days. Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaays.

You would put your tongue here—" Xcor

Keep your hands to yourself, Adrian." God knew the angel seemed willing to fuck anything that moved—which made you wonder if not moving would be a rate-limiting step for him. With a curse, Adrian went all holier-than-thou. "I only touch if they ask." "What a relief." "But you know, reanimation is possible.

Whatever, sure, on the surface, Novo had taken his vein, and that hadn't been the first time a female had done that to him. And hello, she was in a hospital bed, hooked up to machines. The experience, though? The feel of her lips on the skin of his wrist, the subtle pulls, the lick of her tongue when she was finished? Fuck his drug addiction. Give him a lifetime of that and he was never going to need another line of coke again.

Come on. I'm stuffed, so I need that ice cream now.

He had a stupid impulse to wake her up and reposition her just so he could feel her ease against him once more.

No, no—don't stop—" "I'm sorry!" She sat up in a panic, his arousal still wrapped by her palm. "I've never done this before—I forgot I had fangs—" "Keep going—" "I don't want to hurt you—" "I like it—" All

You're going to let me kiss you," he said. It wasn't a question, but she nodded anyway, and he closed the distance between their mouths. His lips were soft and his kiss softer. And he pulled back too fast, in her opinion. Way too fast. "If you want more," he said in a low, husky voice, "I want to give it to you." -Rehv & Ehlena

Run your tongue…up me…and around my head…." Keeping her stare locked on his, she extended her tongue…and leaned back down to follow instruction. "Elise…" Yup

You have a bed in this place," she said. "And I would kill to take you there." She was the one who stood up and put out her hand for him to take. "Let's go." -Ehlena & Rehv

I love the way you taste," she said as she licked her lips. And that made his erection flare in her hand. "Climb up on me," he said gruffly. "I want to be inside you—climb up." For

dessert place that was open until one a.m. and served liquor along with chocolate thingies draped in whatever topped with blah-blah-blah on a bed of poached uh-huh, yeah.

You're dressed way too nIce for what I have in mind to do to you.

yeah. It's amazing. And when I'm not so damn hard I want to explode, I'm going to lick it all over. But right now there are other parts of you I want to lick

She hated that he was here, messing up her life, making her want things she'd wanted for a long time, then pushed to the back of her mind, forcing herself to forget. She inhaled the scent of him. Big mistake, because God help her, she wanted to put her hands on him, and in that moment she realized the feelings she had for him weren't dead.

You look sexy, Peaches.

Go in the bathroom and take off your panties.

Edgar Allan Poe called it "the imp of the perverse," that willful, self-destructive voice within that impels us to do things or say things that cause our undoing.

I ate apple pie and ice cream—it was getting better as I got deeper into Iowa, the pie bigger, the ice cream richer. There were the most beautiful bevies of girls everywhere I looked in Des Moines that afternoon—they were coming home from high school—but I had no time for thoughts like that…So I rushed past the pretty girls, and the prettiest girls in the world live in Des Moines.

Oh my God, sociability is just a big smile and a big smile is nothing but teeth, I wish I could just stay up here and rest and be kind. But somebody brought up some wine and that started me off.

The trouble with fashions is you want to fuck the women in their fashions but when the time comes they always take them off so they don't get wrinkled. Face it, the really great fucks in a man's life was when there was no time to take yr clothes off, you were too hot and she was too hot - none of yr Bohemian leisure, this was middleclass explosions against snowbanks, against walls of shithouses in attics, on sudden couches in the lobby - Talk about yr hot peace.

Artist or no-artist, I can't pass up a piece of fried chicken when I see one.