Quotes About Desire

The vampire is not a bad man, and he loves you

This isn't what I expected when I found out you were sleeping in the house. What did you expect? I expected you'd come over here because you couldn't wait an extra minute to have fabulous, mind-blowing sex with me.

I had never realized a woman could have to struggle to keep her hands off a man, but here I was, digging my nails into my palms, staring at the inside of my eyelids as though I could maybe see through them if I peered hard enough.

Eric was usually pretty Anglo-Saxon about sex.

Darling you can nail my ass anytime - Eric Northman

I looked up into Eric's eyes. Incredibly, he was excited. He smiled at me. I knew I'd get on top of you somehow, he said. Are you trying to make me mad so I'll forget how scared I am? No, I'm just opportunistic. I wiggled, trying to get out from under him, and he said, Oh, do that again. It felt great.

No, I like you alive and warm and wiggling.

Well, that's certainly... adequate, I told him, burying my face in his chest. I knew immediately I'd picked the wrong word. Adequate? He took my hand, placed it on the part in question. It immediately began to stir. He moved my hand on it, and I obligingly circled it with my fingers. This is adequate? Maybe I should have said it's a gracious plenty? A gracious plenty. I like that, he said.

With a huge effort, Eric reined himself in. "When you smell like that," he said, "I just want to fuck you and bite you and rub myself all over you.

It's hard not to respond when a master of the art of kissing is laying one on you.

And that's your fantasy? That I come into your house naked and have sex with you? After that, you tell me that you have sent Eric on his way, that you want to be mine forever, and that to share my life you will permit me to make you a vampire like me. The silence now was thick, and the fun had drained out of the fantasy. Then Bill added, You know what I'd say when you told me this? I'd tell you I would never do such a thing. Because I love you.

Life should imitate romance literature far more often.

I wish, I said. I could save orgasms in a jar for when I need them, because I think I have a few extra.

Apparently, once you got used to regular and spectacular sex, your body had a mind of its own (so to speak) when it was deprived of that recreation; to say nothing of missing the hugging and cuddling part.

I was embarrased, horrified and absolutely ready to jump him!

Who wants a bag of bones?" he said, with absolute sincerity. "I don't want to hurt myself on the sharp edges of the woman I'm bedding.

There was nothing civilized about sex with Eric.

Snap out of it, I said. I wasn't in the mood. With a huge effort, Eric reined himself in. When you smell like that, he said. I just want to fuck you and bite you and rub myself all over you. -Eric drunk on Fairies.

I was so sleepy (and sore) that another bout of sex was out of the question, unless Eric had suddenly developed an interest in necrophilia.

It was somehow degrading, craving someone so... voraciously - another good calendar word - just because he was physically beautiful. I hadn't thought that was something women did, either.

Did you ever think that if you told me where Bill's hiding his computer program, I would give you anything you asked for? - Eric, club dead.

That's just not right, Sam muttered. Claude needs to keep his pants on.

Half of me (pathetically) wanted to let him know I'd kept the faith; half of me wanted to get in the toolshed and sharpen me some stakes.

But when I heard his voice, I felt content. When I was with him, I felt beautiful and happy. And there was nothing I could do about it.