Quotes About Temptation

Have you ever wanted something so much that you would do anything to have it - even knowing that it was bad for you?" "Of course," Adam replied. "All truly enjoyable things in life are invariably bad for you - and they are even better when done to excess.

Oh, Daisy, it's revolting the way I want to fawn all over him. I'm afraid I'm going to do something dreadfully silly today. Burst into song or something. For God's sake, don't let me.

I want you," he muttered. "Get rid of him and take me. The only risk is losing someone you don't have anyway. He's not what you need, Ella. I am" "Unbelievable," I said in disgust. "What's unbelievable?" "Your ego. It's surrounded by its own cloud of antimatter. You're a black hole of...of hubris!

Evie," he whispered, "you're so warm, so lovely…oh, hell. I've got two months, thirteen days and six hours before I can take you to my bed. Little she-devil. This is going to be the death of me.

You won't kiss me for diamonds," he said, his voice slightly raspy, "but you will for chocolates?" Poppy nodded.

Easy, Marks,' he whispered. 'One of us has to have some self-control, and it really should be you.

She was everything he'd ever wanted, beauty and fire arching against his despoiling hands.

Crouching over her, St. Vincent teased and fondled until he felt her hips rising tentatively against his hand. "I want to be inside you," he whispered, kissing the side of her neck. "I want to go deep into your body…I'll be so gentle, love…let me turn you over, and…God, you're so lovely…

The night we met, I felt you like an electric shock. Something about you calls to the devil in me.

Daisy Bowman," he said unevenly, "I'd spend eternity in hell for one hour with you." "Is that how long it takes? An hour?" His reply was rueful. "Sweetheart, at this point it would be a miracle if I lasted one minute.

Surely it wouldn't harm you to try." "Oh, yes it would!" His jaw hardened as he labored to explain. "You're too inexperienced to understand, but…some men are possessed of a far greater sexual drive than others. I happen to be one of them. I can't go for long periods of time without—" He broke off impatiently as he saw her expression. "Damn it, Evie, it's unhealthy for a man not to release his seed regularly.

Come to see the devil in his lair, have you?" he asked. [Evie] came closer, her expression intent and oddly fearless. "You're not the devil. You're only a man. A very fl-flawed one.

You're not worried about principles."Gabriel leaned closer, crowding her gently back against the column. His taunting whisper curled in her right ear like a wisp of smoke. "You're worried that you might do something naughty with me and enjoy it.

It has to be now," he insisted, a flick of amusement in his voice. He nudged his burgeoning loins against her. "After all, you can't allow me to go around like this all day." "From what I've learned so far, this is your natural condition," came her pert reply.

Aware of her uneasy gaze straying to his rampant arousal, Sebastian shot her a scornful glance. "Pay it no mind," he said, climbing into bed with her. "From now on, I have every expectation that proximity to you will affect my private parts like a prolonged swim in a Siberian lake.

Was she terribly ravishing in her underclothes?" Livia asked craftily. "Yes," Marcus said without thinking, and then scowled. "I mean, no. That is, I didn't look at her long enough to make an assessment of her charms. If she has any.

I'm supposed to stay away from you." He grinned at that. "Says who?" She ignored the question. "And while I'm certain that at least half the rumors about you couldn't possibly be true—" "They are," Gideon said without a trace of shame. "You're a rake, then." "The worst kind.

So you dared to walk into the lion's den." She smiled up into his intent dark eyes. "As it turned out, there was no danger." "No?" His voice held gently mocking note. "Look where it's led. You're in my bedroom with your dress undone.

How could anyone resist you?" Phoebe asked, half-mocking, half-sincere. He gave her a dark glance. "Apparently she has no problem. The title, the fortune, the estate, the social position ... to her, they're all detractions. Somehow I have to convince her to marry me despite all those things." With raw honesty, he added, "And I'm damned if I even know who I am outside of them.

His thumb caressed the scarlet surface of her cheek. "From now on, Hannah, no matter what you say or do, I'm going to look at your mouth and remember how sweet you taste." A self-mocking smile curved his lips as he added quietly, "Damn it.

Gradually his mouth shifted away from hers, and he bit softly at the delicate silk of her throat. He murmured things that shocked her, expressing himself not in flowery phrases, but with the raw simplicity of a man whose lust for her knew no limits. "I have no self-control where you're concerned. Every minute that I'm not with you, all I can think about is being inside you. I hate everything that keeps you separate from me.

No wonder so many women had succumbed to this man, had thrown away their reputations and their honor for him…had even, if rumor could be believed, threatened to kill themselves when he left them. He was sensuality incarnate.

Harry's blood quickened as lurid images filled his mind...her against him, beneath him. That smiling mouth, his alone, her whispers curling into his ear. Her skin, soft and ivory pale in the darkness. Skin heated by skin, sensation emerging as he touched her. She was worth anything, he thought, even giving up the last remnants of his soul.

I've lowered my character with a great deal of unwholesome reading material.