Quotes About Desire

Time stopped and for a few blissful moments there was nothing except Connor, intoxicating and irresistible, the taste of him, the scent of him, the raw male power of his arms, and the tender seducing touch of his lips... And then I was out of the car and gone before the power of that kiss wore off.

He stepped away from me. His gaze was impossible to hold. "Okay. I hear you. Be careful what you wish for, Princess.

Can you turn so you're not pressed against me?" "I could," he said, his voice amused. "But then you would have to lie on top of me." My brain said, "NO." My body went, "Wheee!" I

her scent made him want to whine like a puppy because he had to stay away.

You know what? No: if he ever fell in love, it wouldn't be great romantic devotion. It would be an exercise in frustration and lust, and at the end of it his significant other would strangle him.

I licked his lips. He tasted so good. A hoarse male noise escaped his mouth. Yes, growl for me.

It was one thing to be attracted to bad boys, something I usually didn't suffer from. It was another to be attracted to bad men. Mad Rogan was a really bad, bad man.

Do we need to give you some privacy for the makeup sex?

It didn't look like any architectural style I knew. I had never seen anything like it. Curran closed his mouth with a click. "Where did they get the granite? The nearest quarry is hundreds of miles inland." "I don't care. I want it," Curran growled.

There were so many things I wanted to say at once if the words would just get out of each other's way. Fine.

Kissing me won't make me more agreeable," she whispered. "I'm not trying to make you more agreeable." His voice was rough and low. "I just can't help myself.

He looked her over very slowly. "If I chose to molest you, it wouldn't be an attempt. And you would be most enthusiastic about it.

Sorry to burst your bubble, but that changes nothing. Anytime you say anything, I think about sex. Anytime I see you, I think about sex.

He pulled me like a magnet. Every female instinct I had went into overdrive.

He drew me like a damn magnet. I wanted him more than I'd ever wanted anybody before in my life. For those few moments, he'd made me feel safe, wanted, needed, desirable, but it was an illusion. I had to get a grip.

It's been over a year since I've had sex.

Arland had abandoned her the first chance he got. What did you expect? Did you expect he would come and take you by the hand and lead you to a seat at the host table? Yes. The answer was yes. Maud didn't expect it, but she wanted it. Stupid.

Karina shut her eyes. She could picture herself wrapped in those powerful arms. It would feel safe, so safe. Her life was broken like a mirror and the shards kept cutting her fingers.

And she wanted to see him bend, to find out what it would be like to see the vulnerability of intimacy in those hard eyes. She was completely powerless and she needed to feel powerful, as a woman does who is wanted so badly by a man, he would do anything for her.

It's this beautiful thing you can never reach. No matter what you do, you'll never touch it. You can only look and imagine what it would be like to hold it.

She looked beautiful and alive, as if the planet had exhaled its magic and conjured her from its breath to taunt him. He wanted to touch her to see if she was real. The woods spread for many kilometers around them, steeped in night shadows and glowing with delicate color. The temple sat within them like a tiny man-made island, and their fire was its heart. It felt like they were the last two people on the planet, just him and her.

You know," she said, stirring her tea, "the fastest way to get him off your back is to sleep with him. And tell him you love him. Preferably while in bed.

People get upset over many things. Frustrating jobs, small paychecks, bad hours. People want things; people feel humiliated by others who have the things they want; people feel deprived and powerless. All this gives fuel to rage. The anger builds and builds and if there is no outlet for it, pretty soon it transforms the person. They walk around like a loaded gun, ready to go off if only they could find the right target. They want to hurt something. They need it.

Hugh wished for something to happen. Some release. Someone to kill. Bucky raised his tail and shit on the road. "You gonna clean that up?" a male voice challenged. Thank you. Thank you so much for volunteering.