Quotes About Desire

As his amethyst eyes stared into hers, the air between them changed and she had the sense that he saw so much, too much. Especially as he said in a dark voice, "Will you let me feed you?" Hypnotized, captivated, she whispered, "Yes. Please." His smile revealed long, white fangs. "That is so the answer I was going for." -Rehv & Ehlena

Closing his eyes, he sent up a prayer to anyone who was listening, asking please, for God's sake, stop sending him signals that they were right for each other. He'd read that book, seen the movie, bought the sound track, the DVD, the T-shirt, the mug, the bobble-head, and the insider's guide. He knew every reason they could have been lock and key.

Her first cogent thought was that he was a predator. Her second…was that she wanted to be caught.

the moment he'd seen that female he'd forgotten his own name, most of his English vocabulary, and seventy-five percent of his sense of balance. Instant. Cosmic. Attraction. -Trez's thoughts about Selena

What you just had is nothing compared to what I want to do to you. I want my head between your legs so I can lick you until you scream my name. Then I want to mount you like an animal and look into your eyes as I come inside of you. And after that? I want to take you every way there is. I want to do you from behind. I want to screw you standing up, against the wall. I want you to sit on my hips and ride me until I can't breathe." His stare was level, brutal in its honesty.

It was everything dirty and wrong and evil and degrading, and he did it over and over again to keep his secret safe. And also because his dark side got off on it. It was Love, Symphath Style

With his chin dropped to his chest, he was staring at her from under his brows, his pale yellow eyes glowing as they locked on her and her alone. Her first cogent thought was that he was a predator. Her second… was that she wanted to be caught.

You want to throw me against a wall and see if I stick?

Dumb-ass human, looking at his female like that? The bastard was lucky John was so sexed up. Otherwise he'd have taken the time to break a leg or an arm just to make a point.

that meant he was spectacularly horny. This

Es mucho mejor no tener ningún interés que sentirse insatisfecha. La insatisfacción crea un vacío que pesa demasiado.

Wrath…" Her hand settled on his erection. "Oh, fuck…" His hips jacked forward, his lower back going tight. She laughed softly. "Your language of love does a trucker proud.

Não me apaixonarei por ti. – disse ela. – Não posso permitir isso. Não posso. – Está bem. O meu amor chega para os dois.

You're looking at that chick like you want to roll her up in a taco and put your hot sauce all over her." Blay coughed a little. "You really don't have a way with words, you know that?" "Just calling it like I see it.

She closed her eyes so she couldn't see him, so she could pretend it was some other male, any other male. The distance and insulation that lie offered seemed crucial. Except her body knew it was him. And oh, God… …so did her soul.

Ehlena? - sim? - Não me entenda mal. Ela respirou fundo e ele viu que seus ombros nus se esticavam. - Certo. Vou tentar. -Se você continuar vindo aqui. Sendo que é - Houve uma pausa - Vou me apaixonar por você.

Hannibal Lecter motherfucker," he murmured. "You know how we do." Trez shook the water off his hand. "Symphaths… it's what's for dinner

You looking for some play, daddy? He shifted in the seat and told himself to quit being picky and get it over with. It was just sex, for God's sake. Maybe. What's a ticket on the fifty-yard line going to cost? She lifted up her hand and touched her lips with two fingers. For a full game. Two hundred bucks to get rid of his virginity. Which boiled down to less than a dollar a year. What a steal. Phury was half-dead as he got to his feet. Sounds good.

The blush that hit Blay's face was a criminal turn-on—

you only want to give me a handjob, I'll settle for waiting for you till a little later. But I've come close to death once already tonight—don't make your hellren die from the wanting." Mary had to smile at him. "You slay me." "And you could lay me? Please?

Peyton…" Dimly, he wondered if she was going to say his name like that for the rest of their lives. Like it was a sob with syllables.

Qhuinn sagged in his own skin at that realization, imagining all the proper English that Blay was calling out at this very moment as the other guy had him. Merriam-Webster had never been used so well, no doubt.

There was nothing worse than chasing a release. You never could catch.

although he'd had hopes. And stalker tendencies. For the past week, he'd hung around the mansion for however many nights in a row, hoping to see her in the midst of one of her visits to service the Brotherhood. Because, hey, nothing says, "I wanna date ya," like grounds for a restraining order.