Quotes About Desire

One cannot convince another to love anything or anyone.

I will never not want you, understand? I love you. I adore you. I admire you. I desire you. You are my heart. My blood, my bones. My everything.

Her perfume enveloped him as he reached for her. His hands smoothed over soft fabric before finding the warmth of her skin. She lifted her mouth to his and kissed him hungrily, greedily. She tasted so good. Like sin. Like every dirty thought he'd ever had.

Sadly, however, the sight of her generous D cups no longer sparked an ounce of interest from Little Sam, the man in charge of social activities.

He foll0wed her as she crossed to the four-station apparatus. His attention was glued to her butt the whole way. realizing what he was doing, he snapped his gaze away and checked to make sure no one had noticed. Nope. They were all too busy staring at Jamie's butt.

What exactly did having needs mean, while he was on the subject? That Delaney needed to have sex? that she craved an orgasm? And if that were the case, why couldn't she just take care of the matter on her won in the privacy of her home without putting him through all this torture? Anything was preferable to the thought of her being with Jake.

Why?" Why wouldn't he let her go? Why did he make her stay? She felt the brush of his lips over her hair. "Because I need you." "You don't know me." "I know." His finger under her chin lifted her face. "But I've waited centuries for the chance.

She glanced up into his face. He was looking down at her, his mouth soft, his expression indulgent. If his expression was anything to go by, he was going to be a very generous lover. The corners of his mouth eased into a smile. "Very generous." She tried to put resentment into her tone, but she didn't think she was too successful. "You peeked into my mind." His finger wove through a curl at her temple. "That seems inevitable between us.

Deep within I'm shaken by the violence of existing for only you...

Being a teen idol is what I've waited for my whole life.

I was young. I was newly married. And I had worked like a dog. I just wanted to live and travel.

But that was all bravado. Already - how had it come about so quickly - desire had begotten need. A few whispered words (perhaps he didn't mean them) and I was ready to follow. It was worse to think of staying behind, to grind one day upon another. Nothing to hold me here. None to regret my leaving, save Az.

All her life she had longed to breach that pale and hazy boundary between enough and plenty.

I love you: You imagine hearing the words from someone not related to you, someone not your best friend, but when someone you love, someone you dream about, actually says them, it makes your body melt and your breath get caught in your chest.

I love you." You imagine hearing the words from someone related not related to you, someone not your best friend, but when someone you love, you dream about, actually says them, it makes your body melt and your breath get caught in your chest. "You love me?" I asked, leaning toward him. He nodded. "Say it again" I said. I let my knee bump against his. "I love you," he repeated.

You don't just decide to have sex because you feel like having sex. You decide to have sex once you realize you're in love with someone and want to express that love physically.

Well fuck me sideways 'til I cry

Although Mar would be quite pleased to be consort, Skjaldwulf didn't want to be wolfjarl. He wanted Isolfr, and he would take the damned job that went with it, if he could win it, if that was what it took.

You like jealousy. You like knowing people want you.' He wasn't talking about sex, and my heart slowed a little. 'Is it not natural to want to be liked?' 'That ain't what you want. It's like you got to have everybody's heart, and if they don't give it, you rip it out and watch it bleed.'

I want to make love to you. Will you let me?

Is it so wrong to be needed?

It is hard to swerve Ocean and Sky from their deepest desires.

He needed to feel important, needed to have power. All wizards were like that to some extent, but in few of them was it the parched craving that it was in Thaddeus.

Isn't it what you want, to have every man who sees you desire you?