Quotes About Desire

Corbin moved toward me, still holding his cock loosely in one hand. It looked like a club and I was fairly sure he was about to use it on me.

Her hand shook as she raised the loincloth and she gave a little gasp at what she saw beneath. Even only half hard, he was big. Way bigger than anyone else in her limited experience—especially Donald whose equipment reminded her of a shy, skinny worm afraid to come out of its hole.

Baird finally understood. For some reason, she was determined to resist him. Well, they would see how long that lasted when his scent began working on her. How long she could hold out when he was at last allowed to touch her.

The Laws of Ownership," she said and this time her face went positively red. "I never understood before but maybe… maybe that's what this… this feeling is all about." I nodded slowly. "Corbin said you would belong to me and I would belong to you. I guess I never really got it, either." I got it now, though. Got the fact that I wanted her with me always. I wondered if she felt the same way. Or if she ever would.

I felt the wolf moving in the back of my brain, panting and eager, demanding that we claim our mate, that we mark her and make her ours beyond the shadow of a doubt.

He knows I'm afraid to trust him. He knows he scares me. And that knowledge hurt him, somehow. Hurt him deeply. "I know you fear me," Deep said, as though reading her mind. "But I swear I would never hurt you, little Kat. Please…will you let me bring you pleasure?" "Yes," she whispered, giving in at last.

My heart was heavy as I scrubbed her warm, sweet feminine smell from my skin and even heavier as I imagined the wounded, frightened look in her eyes when I showed up on her front step again. But all the same, I couldn't stop wanting to see her. Even if I could never have her ever again, I couldn't help myself. I loved her.

He was immense. Long and thick and hard, the club of his sex rose from between his thighs. I know I said before that I always thought a man's penis is the most ridiculous part of him but there was nothing ridiculous about this. Intimidating was a word that came to mind. Also frightening, scary, and oh-my-God-how-is-he-going-to-fit-that-thing-inside-me? Well,

He cast one last possessive glance over his shoulder at the figure in the window. "Mine," he repeated with unshakable certainty. "Mine whether you know it or not, Lilenta. And tomorrow I claim you.

Sophia was so beautiful in the clinging, moss green tharp and if another male looked at her or wanted to talk to her, he would have to sit by and watch it happen. Because despite what his heart told him, he technically had no claim on her. No claim at all. *

His blood was boiling in his veins and a red veil had drifted over his vision. The urge to make her his permanently, to mark her and bond her until he never had to worry about losing her was so strong he had to turn away again.

I can walk now," she reminded him. "Do you mind?" Baird did mind, very much. He'd been hoping to hold her for as long as he could, had been planning to take the longest route possible to his suite in order to be close to her for longer in fact. But seeing the angry look in her beautiful eyes, he decided the wisest thing was probably to set her down, which he did.

I want people to perceive me as a guy who wants it. That I play the game with passion and desire. That I'm athletic, that I'm fast, and I'm relentless.

I relieved my loneliness with movies and books, and I had a strong desire to express what I felt through acting.

There's no religion but sex and music.

As long as humans have existed, we have always desired to live longer. Every society, every religion, every culture. Of course, they all failed at dramatic life extension.

Man seeks to learn, and man kills himself because of the loss of cohesion in his religious society; he does not kill himself because of his learning. It is certainly not the learning he acquires that disorganizes religion; but the desire for knowledge wakens because religion becomes disorganized.

During the crusades all were religious mad, and now all are mad for want of it.

I've never been married and I've no more desire to be married now than I ever have. I hate bureaucracy and I am not religious.

Dear is your heart and close your hand, I relinquish all to love's dysmorphic command.

So I will say it with relish. Give me a hamburger but hold the lawsuit.

For working with non-professional actors, you have to have this particular desire to work with people who are reluctant to play in a movie. I like this relationship. I'm like a recruiter, an employment agency giving someone employment.

It's sad when you can't make everyone happy, though. It's impossible but, at the same time, you still hope. You think, 'Maybe I can do it,' but you know you can't. But gosh, if I had to rely on giving people what they wanted, I would have had to write 40 billion different books and even then, I wouldn't get it right.

You want to be wanted, and you want people to rely on you.