Quotes About Desire

She'd always thought that a broken heart sounded rather romantic. But in truth it was physical. Her whole chest ached, as if she'd been struck with a knife. With all her witless calculations about how to make a man desire her, she'd never realized that the most important thing was to make him like her. Or even love her. What a fool she was.

He thinks that there's no reason to eat breakfast unless Eleanor is there to give him that silly wide grin of hers. He wants to have an argument with her just so he can kiss her into a good mood again. He wants to sleep with her every night, see her holding a baby with brandy-colored hair like hers... He wants her forever... He can't bear the idea that she might ever love another man.

I may not have been the first to wish to marry her, but I am the one who succeeded.

Gabriel looked up at her from under thick eyelashes. "Will you please grope me under the table, Kate mine?" "I'm not your Kate," she said, feeling her lips curve. Her treacherous heart was no match for a flirtatious prince on a summer's day. "That's the odd thing," he said, lying on his back again and shading his eyes with an arm. "You are, you are, you are.

You're so beautiful," he said, truth echoing in every hoarse word. "Just look at you, Daisy. All satin skin and long limbs, and those gorgeous breasts like the apples Eve offered Adam." Her eyes widened. "Eve didn't offer Adam her breasts, silly." James rose up, straddling her with a knee on either side of her hips. "Maybe she did. Maybe these are the apples of paradise. Breasts like yours, the perfect size, delicious, designed to drive a man mad.

I have bought a house, but not possessedit." She was quite sure that the look in her eyes rivaled that of any light skirts on the streets of London. "And I am sold, but not yet enjoyed.

It was as if the world was presenting her with everything she wanted ... in all the wrong ways.

My wife is a lovely, intelligent woman. She has the kind of curves that a man longs to find in his bed. I may not have been the first to wish to marry her, but I am the one who succeeded." To his total astonishment, he discovered that he meant every word.

The Earl of Mayne's kisses would never be called objectionable. They were so sophisticated and sleek, persuasive and delicate, that Helene didn't mind them - much. It was just that she really wanted to get back to Rees. She had a thought about the score he had given her. "I must go," she said, pulling back. And then added, "alas.

To have him walk toward her with that intent look on his face, as if nothing in the world could satisfy him but her. Damn

It's as if someone knew my innermost desires, and shaped you only for me

From the Earl of Hellgate's Memoirs, Chapter the Twenty-Sixth I realized then that I had mistaken the nature of love. Love has nothing to do with desire; it's the quest for the divine, found on earth. It's finding a woman whose soul preserves a shard of heaven, and worshipping her...worshipping at her feet. I was a new man.

I saw the way Rathbone looked at you," he said, taking a little nip at the delicate curve of her ear. She gave a little squeak, so he did it again, feeling the tremor that ran through her body. "He wants you. I saw the way you were laughing together. He was seeing you for the first time, the way I did." "Amazing how many blind men there are in London," she said.

But do you know what I have in mind, Kate?' She shook her head. 'Devilry, no doubt,' she muttered. 'I'm going to drive you mad,' he said conversationally. 'I'm going to kiss you and tease you and taste you... and leave. And then I'll come back and do the same thing again. And again.

Oh, I have felt lust. And I've indulged lust. But no other woman has turned me into another person.

He woke from a dream in which Edith raised her arms to him, the liquid gold of her hair tumbling almost to her waist. 'Ah, darling,' he had been telling her, 'I am looped in the loops of your hair.' Had he said that aloud? He would never do something so imbecilic. He really had lost his mind.

She was all that he wanted, all that he had ever wanted, even though he had lost track of that truth for a while. "James

I've never been tempted to sleep with the same woman every night myself. Let alone reproduce myself in a leaky, noisy miniature human.

His wife would be his wife for years. He thought he might like her to kiss him good bye when she was leaving a room. Her lips were delectable. They could work on that later.

It was awful, this love.

A gentleman probably would have risen to help, but James didn't feel like a gentleman. He felt like a bloodthirsty ex-pirate with blue balls.

Grace had so many complexities, so many layers and feelings, and thoughts ... he would happily spend his life trying to unwrap her. Thinking about it, he tore a strip off the hem of her gown. 'What on earth are you going to do with that?' Without answering, he put a knee forward onto the bed, making certain he knew precisely where she was. The last thing he wanted was to land on her like a felled tree.

Don't make me Romeo

Come, tears, confound,' he cried. 'Out, sword, and wound the left breast of Pyramus. Ay, that left breast where his heart doth hop.