Quotes About Temptation

She wished he'd stop touching her. Not because she didn't like it but because she liked it far too much. It made her hunger for things that could never be hers. And if someone went hungry for too long, they started to starve. Started to hurt.

Aren't you going to get up?" He put a hand on the curve of her hip, a possessive gesture that had already become familiar. "No. Let's have more sex.

You," she murmured, using both hands to undo his belt, "are the sexiest man I have ever met." He made her think bad thoughts simply by breathing.

His hands clenched. "Sugar, I'm this close to tearing off your clothes and teaching you exactly how badly I take you keeping secrets from me. Your choice. Talk or get naked.

Are you?" "What?" "Venomous?" Another savage smile. He touched the tip of one fang with his tongue and when he drew it away, she saw a pearl of golden liquid. "Try me and see." "Maybe later, after I've survived Michaela.

his lips were pure temptation, soft, bitable, sensual in a way only a man's mouth could be.

Can I bite you here, too?

She stepped out of reach. "Go put on a shirt and get your mind out of bed." "Impossible with you around." "Pretend I'm holding a rifle. In fact, pretend I have you in the crosshairs." Janvier sighed, rubbing at a jaw shadowed by morning stubble. "I love it when you talk dirty.

We're all as susceptible to the lure of power.

He'd been so angry at her -always pushing his buttons, that girl. But then he'd taken her into his arms, and all that anger had blazed into a darker, hotly possessive need that had urged him to bend his head, bite down on the throbbing pulse in her neck, leave a mark.

Raphael lifted a finger, tracing it over her cheekbone. She flinched. Not because he was hurting her. The opposite. The places he touched ... it was as if he had a direct line to the hottest, most feminine part of her. A single stroke and she was embarrassingly damp. But she refused to pull away, refused to give in." (page 33 , Gollancz edition)

Dmitri clearly gives good . . . blood.

Now a small woman, with dangerous curves. I could bite into her.

Pressing his thumb down on her jaw to part her lips, he kissed her again, angel dust glittering in the air. "Mmm." She rubbed against him. "Did you make a change to your special blend?" Angel dust, he'd told her, was normally rich and exquisite, but not sexual. Elena had only ever tasted Raphael's blend, and it was always oh-so-sexual-today, it also held a dangerous bite. Kisses down her throat. "I wouldn't wish my consort to suffer ennui.

Go on," he said in a low tone that was a dare. "Keep on poking the hungry wolf, see how naked it gets you.

Don't run from me, sweetheart , he thought as he took the final steps to her. I only bite a little.

An instant later, they were kissing. It was no light brush this time, no exploring touch. This was all tongues and teeth and wicked wetness as he kissed her like a man who had rough, sweaty, dirty sex on his mind and didn't care if she knew it.

We better get in the car before I back you right into your house and give in to my ungentlemanly side." Though her cheeks were red, her breath shallow, Charlotte said, "You have a gentlemanly side?

I've never heard of a man's cock being described as a fang before. - Rapahel

Illium sonrió, desvengonzado. -¿Queréis intentarlo de nuevo? Me moveré más despacio (ambos sois mucho más viejos, después de todo) -Las últimas palabras fueron un susurro conspirador. Galen miró a Rafael. -¿Cómo ha sobrevivido todo este tiempo? -Nadie puede atraparlo.

Never before Raphael had blue meant the color of sin, of seduction. Of pain.

The 'bath' was almost the size of a small swimming pool, the steam curling off it pure, sensual temptation. A shower stood to her right, but it had no glass walls, the area defined only by an expanse of gold-flecked tile. A lightbulb went off in her head. 'Wings,' she whispered. 'It's all to accommodate those beautiful wings.

I am only a man." It was a rumbling murmur, his eyes on her mouth. "If you continue to play with me thus, I'll forget I came to apologize for my behavior, and act in a fashion that'll have you angry with me all over again.

Are you particularly attached to these? He fingered the lace around the crease where her thigh curved against the most intimate part of her. "Wh-what?" Her hands dripped form his head to dig into the sheets. He filed away her responsiveness when touched in that particular area. I'll take that as a no." Gipping hold of the front, he tore the fragile fabric off her body. The scraps fell away like mist.