Quotes About Desire

She didn't want the medi-techs. She wanted a fucking a candy bar.

I saw you, and that's all it took. Sometimes I can't breathe, I love you so much.

She rose. I'll just go get the wine. I'm not interested in wine. She walked away, tossed a glance over her shoulder. You will be. When I start licking it off you.

You know what happens to people who longingly imagine having things they can't afford?" "Happy dreams?" "A life of crime.

He could want her, every minute of every day. Was certain he would go on wanting her after he was dead and gone. She was the pulse, the reason, the breath.

Love can die. It can be killed, no matter how alive it was, it's not invulnerable. Mine's dead. It's dead and it's buried. I just want one thing more, and that's the chance to look him in the face and tell him he's nothing. If I can do that one thing, it'll be enough.

Who's a girl?" "You're mine." His hands glided down her back, around and up to her breasts. "You're my girl." "Sap," she said, but in a little sigh as she gave him her lips again. She'd never been anybody's girl, had never wanted to be. It had always seemed a weak term to her, one of submission and vulnerability. But with him, it was sweet and foolish, and just exactly right.

Get ready to do just that." Eve grabbed her coat. "Oh my God." Reo made a hum of almost sexual pleasure. "Really?" Keeping some distance, Eve shrugged into the coat. "Seriously, sex noises over a coat?" "It's … delicious." "Don't lick it. Once," Eve said, knowing damn well she wouldn't get past Reo without it. "You can touch it, but just once.

Is there any exceptionally beautiful woman you haven't slept with? I'll make you a list. So, you knocked her down.

Music isn't just a bunch of notes strung together, sweetheart. It's life. It's memory. Songs trigger specific and often predictable emotional reactions. Music's an expression of emotion, desires.

He'd wanted her. Out of all the women in the world, he'd wanted her. Wanted, hell, she thought grinning now. Pursued, demanded. Taken. And while she could admit all of that was exciting, he'd gone one step further. He cherished. She'd never believed anyone would, or could. And had never believed there was enough inside her to give all of those things back. (Lt. Eve Dallas)

She wished she had candy, but she hadn't settled on a new hiding place to thwart the nefarious Candy Thief.

Drugs, sex, Satan, and power, Eve mused. A religious war? Hadn't humans fought and died for beliefs since the dawn of time? Animals fought for territory; people fought for territory as well. And for gain, for passion, for beliefs. For the hell of it.

People seemed to have this unstoppable need to give and receive stuff they could easily afford to go out and get for themselves anyway.

I keep thinking, well, this'll settle down. It's bound to level off and settle down. But it doesn't. Even when things are just going smooth and we're just....living, I can look at you, and I've got no breath left. Every minute with you, I'm alive. I never knew before there were pieces of me unborn, just waiting for you. I'm alive with you, Eve She sighted, touched his cheek. We'd better get out of here. We're getting mush all over the pool.

Bet you didn't see that coming," she murmured. "I didn't, no. If I'd realized rapping your head would turn you into an insatiable sexual maniac who'd use me so brutally, I'd have cold-cocked you long before this.

It stunned him how much he could want her still, baffled him that she could be blind to how helpless he was under the clawing need for her. It infuriated him that she could, simply by existing, be his weakness. 'Hold

Lust dazzles, sure, at least for the short term. But love clears the vision. You see better, sharper, because you feel more than you did before.

You have a point, but love can also cause you to see things as you prefer to see them, as you want them to be.

Fuck me sideways." "Thanks, but you're just not my type." "You're sure." "I'm sure men are my type, but if I went for women, I'd do you.

He could make her want simply by existing. There'd been no one else who could ever hold her heart with no more than a look, a word. He'd given her a life beyond survival, beyond even the badge that had been her world, and the symbol of that survival.

He just took her mouth again, spun her again--twice and toward the bed. She considered putting up a fight, for form's sake, but just wriggled back enough to scowl at him. I'm working. Not yet, and you're mostly naked. Such a fine look on you, one of my favorites. Then why is that closet full of clothes? Because being an understanding sort, I appreciate your insistence on being fully dressed in public.

She took his mouth, gave it a nice little bite as she ground against him. There you are, she murmured. Well, you've left me no choice. A cock's always ready to crow. He laughed, wrapped his arms around her. Crowing's not what mine's ready for. Show me. She went to work on his trousers. Amused, aroused, he watched her. In a bit of a hurry, are we? I've got to use you and get back to work, so no dawdling.

When she lay curled against him, her skin dewed from passion, there was still that small, cold place inside of her where the heat hadn't quite reached.