Quotes About Desire

She laughed, and the sound was tantalizing. He didn't understand how musical notes could stroke a man's skin and dance along his thighs. He didn't understand how the notes could be an arrow that pierced his heart. She owned him.

Since no one's ever fallen in love with me, I think now's a good time. I can go out knowing someone thought I was worth that.

He needed to crawl inside of her, share her skin, bury himself deep so she could pour the sun over him and steer him away from the shadows always clawing pieces out of him.

You still have three gaping wounds in your body, yet the first thing you're thinking about is getting me naked, you are such a man! He inclined his his head, Thank you for the compliment

His body recognized her. Knew her. Needed her. Every cell. He'd never been so acutely focused on another human being.

Once he had told her he wanted her to stay, she'd been lost in the wonder of that. No one ever wanted her. No one.

I don't want you in my life so I can use your body. I'm good at seduction, Lexi. I can go to a bar and pick up a woman and use her if that's what I wanted. I want love. When you touch me, I feel love in your hands. When you kiss me, I taste love. I'm not in a rush. I'm enjoying all the firsts you've given me.

You know who I am, what is inside me. If distance separated us, you would still need to feel my hands on you, my mouth on yours, my body in yours, a part of yours.

She had taken him over when he wasn't looking . When he'd been so busy binding her to him. Wanting his own woman for all the wrong reasons and realizing when he had her, what the right reasons were.

Sex. A good-looking intense man with black, hungry eyes, and she fell like a lovesick calf. Sex. It ruined many otherwise sane women.

She moistened her lips and lifted her lashes to look into his piercing blue eyes. There was a mixture there. Possession. Desire. Triumph. Demand.

She moistened her lips and lifted her lashes to look into his piercing blue eyes. There was a mixture there. Possession. Desire. Triumph. Demand." There's no taking it back, Francesca. He warned.

I need you, malen'koye plamya, just to breathe, to live . I've never said that to another human being, but it's the truth. Not for Shturm, but for me.

There you go, getting all protective on me. You're worried about me, aren't you? His voice practically purred at her, a sensual mixture of possession, desire and something else - affection. Dio, bambina, I love that.

She had the mad desire to circle his waist with her arms and just hold on to all that solid muscle. He was a rock when her world felt built on sand.

No." Ilya lifted his mouth from hers, his fingers reluctantly releasing her. "Not like this. When you give yourself to me, it's all the way and forever. This is too easy." Joley flung her head back, glaring at him. "You're saying no to me?" "We're not doing this, not like this. You want to get off, you can come home with me and get into my bed where you belong.

She was inexperienced and she didn't give herself lightly, but he could have her. He just wanted to be her choice.

She'd been drawn to him before she met him. Immense satisfaction filled him. He liked that, more than liked it.

His body didn't just want her. It demanded her, burned for her.

Just once, even if it wasn't real she wanted to feel as if a man saw only her. No one else. For those moments, she was his world. His canvas. He saw beauty in her.

She gave a little delicate sniff. You're supposed to be explaining yourself. When one's lifemate refuses to claim his woman, there should be a reasonable explanation. You have no desire for me to claim you, he pointed out. That's beside the point. Dark Lycan, Christine Feehan

For one moment his mask slipped and she saw his eyes go dark with desire. Every line in his face was etched with a sensuality that kept her breath trapped deep in her lungs. No one had ever looked at her like that in her life.

He took her breath away. He was solid, all muscle and she could see, even with the veil of gray rain, that his muscles rippled deliciously as he ran.

Communication is very important between us at all times. He bent his head as he lifted the hair from the back of her neck. For instance, I find your neck incredibly sexy. You look both vulnerable and sensual with your hair up. With it down, you look wild and beautiful. Just as sensual, but in a completely different way.