Quotes About Desire

He liked to keep them hungry, so they were fed every other day.

You would put your tongue here—" Xcor

You know, you were never the possessive type before." "That's because I never had something I wanted to keep.

Luck is like a cat." Susan wagged her forefinger at him, as if she were correcting a child who should know better. "The more you go after it, the more it eludes you. You can chase what doesn't want you, but you only catch what chooses to be in your palm.

His need for her triumphed over the darkness in him.

Oh, God—" He cut her off, his mouth finding hers and taking her lips like he owned her. He kissed her with none of the awkward first-time stuff she was used to; there was nothing hesitant or polite or tentative at all: Isaac kissed her like he meant to have her, and she was ready to be taken. She'd never wanted anything this badly before.

Xcor mounted her and pushed his cock in deep, his fingers biting into her hip bones and holding her as he started to pound. Now her breasts were kicking this way and that, and her lower teeth clapped into her upper ones, and her arms flapped. But her eyes were like fire as the animal in him subjugated the animal in her. He

Keep your hands to yourself, Adrian." God knew the angel seemed willing to fuck anything that moved—which made you wonder if not moving would be a rate-limiting step for him. With a curse, Adrian went all holier-than-thou. "I only touch if they ask." "What a relief." "But you know, reanimation is possible.

Yo no quiero perderte." "No quiero que me pierdas.

Whatever, sure, on the surface, Novo had taken his vein, and that hadn't been the first time a female had done that to him. And hello, she was in a hospital bed, hooked up to machines. The experience, though? The feel of her lips on the skin of his wrist, the subtle pulls, the lick of her tongue when she was finished? Fuck his drug addiction. Give him a lifetime of that and he was never going to need another line of coke again.

This was the nurse Rehv hoped he would get each time he came in. This was the one who made these visits even partially bearable. This was his Ehlena. Okay, so she wasn't his in the slightest. He knew her name only because it was on the blue-and-white pin on her coat. He saw her only when he came to be treated. And she didn't like him at all. But he still thought of her as his, and that was just the way of it.

Do you want me?" she said in a distorted voice. "God, yes, fuck yes…I ache…." "Tell me you want me." Spreading his knees wide, he put his hand on his sex and squeezed. "So bad…I'm dying…." "Say the words." "I want you…," he breathed. Elise

He had a stupid impulse to wake her up and reposition her just so he could feel her ease against him once more.

No, no—don't stop—" "I'm sorry!" She sat up in a panic, his arousal still wrapped by her palm. "I've never done this before—I forgot I had fangs—" "Keep going—" "I don't want to hurt you—" "I like it—" All

Axe's erection was instantaneous, and he kept himself facing her as it rose. Even

You're going to let me kiss you," he said. It wasn't a question, but she nodded anyway, and he closed the distance between their mouths. His lips were soft and his kiss softer. And he pulled back too fast, in her opinion. Way too fast. "If you want more," he said in a low, husky voice, "I want to give it to you." -Rehv & Ehlena

Run your tongue…up me…and around my head…." Keeping her stare locked on his, she extended her tongue…and leaned back down to follow instruction. "Elise…" Yup

You have a bed in this place," she said. "And I would kill to take you there." She was the one who stood up and put out her hand for him to take. "Let's go." -Ehlena & Rehv

Blay orgasmed before he even started for the bed, the male arching up and moaning as his head shot back on the thin pillow, and his hips jerked. Like Qhuinn buck-ass naked was too much to handle. Best. Compliment. Ever.

I love the way you taste," she said as she licked her lips. And that made his erection flare in her hand. "Climb up on me," he said gruffly. "I want to be inside you—climb up." For

Ants under the skin. As Rhage transferred his weight from one shitkicker to the other, he felt like his bloodstream had come to a soft boil and the bubbles were tickling the underside of every fucking square inch of his flesh.

V poured himself some Goose and sat down on the bed. The rack was covered with hardened wax, blood, her arousal, and the results of his orgasms. It had been a messy session. But the acceptable ones always were. He

A brush with death had a way of making you want to live out loud, and sex with the person you wanted to be with was the best way of expressing that noise.

Well, daddy?" she said over the trippy techno music. "Want to make my dream come true?" He