Quotes About Desire

He sipped his wine and swirled it in the goblet, wishing bitterly that he could close the distance to the little cover by the fire and be one of them again. Wishing he could remember the touch of Will's hand, the press of Tom's mouth, without tasting the enormous soft emptiness that threatened to open like black wings and enfold him.

Murchaud's hands lightened on his hips; Murchaud's teeth closed on the nape of his neck like a stallion conquering a mare. He cried out, but Morgan's mouth muffled the sound.

It would have been amazing, indeed, if my mother could have resisted him. If any woman could.

Lady, if it would not kill me, I should kiss thee.

He turned to face Murchaud, and bit his lip on the smile he wanted to taste.

David was a featherweight in his arms, a frail thing that smelled of citrus-musk and and lilac cologne and filled him with rasping, heated pulse. David stifled a sob against his throat, jaws working, lacerating Sebastien's skin as Sebastien bore them both down on the couch.

We all have our own purposes in seducing thee, Sir Poet. Thee, and that which thou dost harbor.

He felt her moving, tasted her sweetness like venomed blood.

Farweather just wanted what she wanted. She did what she felt like doing. She didn't care who got hurt, and she didn't feel social responsibilit to mitigate the harm, or seek compromise, or balance her needs against the needs of others.

Such a pretty thing, and so flawed at his heart: it made the Devil's fingers itch to mend him.

Everybody seemed to think I would sell out anything, in order to gain a little physical comfort.

The hand trembled like any human's, with spent passion and frustration.

If you cannot bear it, there's always the knife. Suicide, and back into Satan's hands. He wished he didn't know the shiver that crept up his neck was desire and not terror. Back into his hands whenever he wants you. And you cannot pretend you did it for Will.

Kit reached up and over, felt down the spring plane of his shoulder blade. His left arm with its old injury wouldn't flex so far; he reached with the right. Blood-gorged flesh heated his fingertips. He could feel, almost, the outline of each tooth, the roughness of a seeking tongue. Right where someone might bite a lover take from behind- Right where a wing would take root, if he had wings.

Great passion led so easily to great tragedy.

Seeker thought if she laid a hand on the other's cheek, she could cut her palm to the bone.

I don't go for the sexy bad girl thing anymore, but…damn.

Kit caught Will's eye, and the smile he sent down might have melted Will like a candle end. Lovesick fool, Will thought, and looked down before someone could notice his silly grin and draw an entirely correct conclusion.

It did not take a great deal of native genius for Cathoair to figure out that they wanted something from him.

My sin is love in that I love my sin too well to wish to repent of it.

I have wanted you to see out of my eyes so many times.

she'd never experienced for Chandler the kind of feeling a woman should have for a man she thought about marrying, that breathless kind of wanting, that aching sort of yearning, that endless, ferocious passion, that insistent, frenzied, needy demand, that hot, sweaty, wanton arousal that made a woman just want to rip off her clothes and wrap her naked body around a man and feed herself to him whole, that... that…

It couldn't possibly be a good idea to touch him, she told herself as she eyed the proffered hand. Not when the summer night got more sultry and the red high heels started to tango and the saxophones began murmuring "I Got You Under My Skin," which sounded way too much like "I Got You In My Orifice.

Oh, must we dream our dreams and have them, too?