Quotes About Desire

She expelled her breath and he breathed in his name. Soft.

He looked gorgeous. Tough. Dangerous. Completely hot. And he was all hers.

She wanted to walk into the night and disappear.

Jacques nuzzled the warmth of her neck, lazily slid his attentions lower to the invitation of her full breasts. "Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?" "No, but you can tell me if you want," she encouraged, circling his neck with her slender arms.

Mine. He nearly spat the word. Telling her. Wanting that word branded into her bones. Wanting his name carved deep into her soul. She. Was. 'His'. His everything.

She couldn't help herself; she reached up to trace that incredible smile with the pad of her finger. Who had a mouth like that? Who had such white, perfect teeth and such beautiful eyes? "You should be pretty with all those lashes," she murmured, still not certain if she was dreaming. "But your face is a little too rugged to be feminine." He caught her fingers and bit gently on them. "I'm thankful for that, at least.

He should have placed Shea in a trance and demanded that she sleep while he did this thing, but the truth was, he simply couldn't bear their separation, and he wanted her close, where he could protect her. And he wanted her happy. Women! Shea heard his disgruntled complaint clearly in her mind. A small smile tugged at the corners of her reluctant mouth. "Am I complicating your life, Jacques?" she asked sweetly, hopefully.

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Am I complicating your life, Jacques?" she asked sweetly, hopefully. He stopped so abruptly that she was jerked to a halt. Jacques caught her wet hair in his fist and pulled her head back so that the rain ran along her soft skin like honey. "The truth is, Shea, you make me feel so much, I do not know if I can stand it sometimes.

You are not safe from me and you never will be, but you'll like the way you aren't safe. I can promise you that much.

His mouth moved over her satin skin collecting little beads of water. "Love me back, Shea, love me like this. You are the air I breathe. Do not be afraid of this." His hands shaped her slender form to the hardness of his, caressed every line of her body, found every secret shadow and hollow.

She didn't tell him, but his voice alone could seduce her. Having his hand on her was beyond exciting. Exhilarating. She wanted more. She wanted to feel as if she belonged to him.

she was there, pouring need and passion into him. Pouring something else that felt like love. He was so unfamiliar with that emotion, that at first, he wasn't certain what it was that surrounded him and lifted him up. That he chased after. That he craved.

This woman mattered in some undefined way he didn't fully understand. He wanted to stay in her company. His body wanted her with every breath he drew. His leopard wanted to stay close to her.

He let his fist glide over the shaft just to watch her eyes change. Smolder. He loved that burn. Her chin lifted and she gestured toward his groin with it. "Do you think I want to have sex with you right now? Especially after the way you acted? I've learned what sugar and honey is, and Wyatt, I'm not feeling particularly sweet right now." He grinned at her

I'm planning on using sex. Lots and lots of sex." "Yeah, good luck with that." Jack quirked an eyebrow at him as they turned onto the road leading to the small airfield where Lily had private transportation waiting. "Am I missing something here or didn't you already have sex with her, really great sex, and her answer was to knock you out? Am I wrong? Didn't that happen?

She was beautiful all riled up. His heart was going a little crazy and all at once he felt very much alive. Maybe this vacation thing wasn't going to be so bad.

You are going to turn my well-ordered world upside down, are you not?" She tunneled her fingers in his hair, enjoying the feel of its silky thickness against the bare skin of her hips and thighs. "I certainly intend to do my best. You people are in a rut. You need to move into this century.

Do not try to leave me, Raven." The car drew up in front of the inn. "I hold what is mine, and make no mistake, you are mine.

You just want mixed blood because you took one look at a certain woman and all brain matter went dead," Fen accused. Zev didn't open his eyes or stop feeding. She did make an impression.

Stay with me, Mariko. I want you to stay. That's all Ricco had said. In that voice. The one that whispered over her skin and seeped into her pores to drown her in him. In his will. He left it to her--her choice. Bit then, she was coming to understand, with Ricco Ferraro, she had very little will of her own.

I need to kiss you. I know. I feel it too. Scecsemo, what is it? If you kiss me, there isn't any going back.

Send for Jacques. But go feed before you see him. You made me weak with your lovemaking, and if you'll forgive a little crude Carpathian humor, I'll expect you to bring me home dinner.

She lifted her head when he set her feet on the stone floor, a small smile curving her soft mouth. Mysterious. Sexy. His little innocent was seducing him, and doing a damn good job of it.