Quotes About Temptation

Oh really I was just thinking about how great a gold filigree necklace and teardrop earrings would look on me, and at seventy five ninety nine plus shipping, its a freaking, steal. But damn, I missed the deal because, oh that's right.. I'M FUCKING FROZEN ..

He really wished she would stop fingering the brick.

His voice was low and rough … "What about you? Do you like bad boys?" "There's definitely appeal," she breathed. "Good," He bent and clipped her earlobe with his teeth … "Because they don't come badder than me.

fangjerk ~Wraith

Reseph tried to convince one of my vamps to slip an aphrodisiac into my drink." "Ares is quite fond of the orc-weed," Vulgrim called out from the kitchen, and yeah, there was a set of chains in the dungeon with his name on them. Limos scowled. "What did your demon say?" "Nothing," Ares muttered.

Let's be clear on this, he growled. You have no idea how badly I want to be inside you. Standing up, lying down, taking you from behind. All of it. Right now. Not being able to do any of that is killing me. Literally. But strangely enough, I like just being with you. Touching you however I can, whenever I can. So no. The virginity thing is not what will keep us apart. ~Wraith

she yelped. "What are you doing?" "Kissing your beautiful ass." ~Sin/Con

Give up the human, and I'll call them off," Reseph called out. "Fuck you." "Incest, brother?" He shrugged. "Well, hell, I've tried everything else since my Seal broke…

It was as though he was pure sexual energy contained in a wrapper of smooth, bronze skin, and damn, it wasn't fair that a demon should be so cover-model handsome.

Hellboy?" "What?" "Touch me. Make me forget all this." He was on her in an instant, took her down to the floor before she could blink.

Harvester might have a halo, but dear, sweet Lord, she was no angel in the sack. Awesome.

He'd always prided himself on being more civilized than his brothers, but so much for that; he was becoming aroused in a damned sewer.

Yenrieth wanted to lick her dry. Then lick her wet.

I was a virgin before you. You woke a sleeping demon, Regan. I tried to sate it myself, but failed. Now you're going to deal with the consequences.

Qué haces? Él arqueó las cejas. —Un sesenta y nueve. —Espera, ¿qué?—Limos se alejó de él y clavó las rodillas en la arena, negándose a moverse ni un ápice. —No puedes tocarme. Arik le regaló una sonrisa de lo más perversa. —No, pero tú sí que puedes hacerlo mientras yo te miro.

His smile became downright wicked. "I can make you beg for the mere whisper of my breath on your skin. I can do things with my tongue that will make you scream with the exquisite intensity of it. And I can make you come so hard, for so long, that you'll pass out from pleasure.

The fallen angel was about as perfect as anything she'd ever seen. Made sense, she supposed—she'd never thought angels would be anything less than perfection. But seeing one naked and up close? No one could blame her for wanting to take pictures and post to all her friends on Instagram, right?

It had been centuries since he'd last succumbed to the kinds of feelings that usually signalled an impending catastrophic bout of self-destructiveness. He either wanted to kill something, or he wanted to fuck something...and the latter something was Cat.

I'm on the very edge right now." His voice throbbed with raw lust. "I want you under me. I want to claim you, get myself all over you. And as much as I'd love to mount you right here in public, right now—and I think in my past, I would have—I never want anyone to see you like that but me.

You," he purred, "are a HILF." "A what?" "A Horseman I'd like to fuck.

But no, he had to smell as good as he tasted, earthy and natural, like sex in the woods. He'd make a fantastic air freshener for some guy's man cave. Ione, Larissa (2014-12-16). Revenant (Demonica) (p. 71). Grand Central Publishing. Kindle Edition.

He'd taken a lot of females in his life, females who played at sex like a contact sport, but Tayla . . . she rocked his underworld.

Razr, on the other hand... She wasn't sure what to think about him. He was smoking hot, for sure. She'd always been a sucker for dark hair and dark eyes, and she'd bet her life-stone that beneath his exquisitely tailored suit was the body of an athlete. He probably had amazing wings, too.

Those nails. He was mesmerized, and his mind kept thinking about what they'd look like—and feel like—in places much more intimate than the stem of a champagne flute. Was she doing that on purpose? His dick sure thought so, and it tapped against the fly of his pants, begging for the same attention.