Quotes About Desire

I am where I need to be," he insists, his voice thick and rough with need. "Right here, with you.

I saw her, and I knew I had to have her. On my canvas. In my bed. At my total mercy.

It's crazy how much I want her. Worse than crazy; it's negligent as hell, especially now that her life is in my hands. If I am to protect her, I damn well can't do it from between her legs.

I should let her go. I never should have brought her into any of this in the first place. But it's too late for that. Too late for either one of us. There's no undoing the connection that's been smoldering between us since our eyes locked for the first time. Now, those flames are on the verge of exploding into something neither of us can control.

If control was what he needed tonight, I am only too glad to surrender all of mine. Anything if it means he'll keep driving his cock into me as if he can't get close enough, can't go deep enough. He needs this, and I revel in the fact that it is me who's giving him this.

This need is something different. It's something deeper. Something she's not ready for. Maybe neither of us are ready to give in to what we both want from each other.

I have a thing for you, Ms. Laurent. In case you haven't noticed.

Coffee and smoking are the last great addictions.

The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones … who burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the sky.

and horror of horrors, he realized that he was experiencing some sort of a crush. He needed to kill something.

What does she look like?" Sin asked. "Like she'd look good on a mattress." Sin jammed her fists on her hips. "That tells me nothing, and aren't you mated?" "I'm also a sex demon. I didn't go blind when I took a mate.

Piss me off again and I'll rip you a new asshole and then fuck it. And that's just the foreplay.

She'd read somewhere that normal, healthy men got up to twenty erections a day. Um...yep, Ares was definitely healthy.

Yeah, I need sex or I die. So stop with the obnoxious chaperone shit, because I really don't want you anywhere nearby while I'm doing it, and I don't think you want that either." She gave them the sweetest smile. "And know that the second you're gone, I'm going to ride Con until he begs for mercy." Eidolon sighed. Shade swore. And Con muttered something that sounded strangely like "Mercy". ~Sin

Con! Fuck!" Male voice. Deep. Con blinked, coming out of his haze to see Shade beneath him. Con's erection was pushed hard against Shade's thigh, and yeah....not cool. Panting and shaking like a leaf, Con scrambled off him. "Ah...I don't...that was, ah...not for you." "I fucking hope not," Shade muttered. ~Con/Shade

She licked again, taking her time,even though she didn't need to; her first stroke numbed the bite site. No, this second taste was for her, not him, and there was no lying about that. "I'm starting to feel like a Tootsie Pop, here" he rasped. She couldn't contain a smile. " Yes... how did that old commercial go?" She licked him. "One." She licked him again, and he moaned. "Two." She licked him once more, and his hips came off the bed, "Three.

The pretty nurse had just injected her with something that totally rocked, and if she wanted to think about boinking a bronzed, tattooed, impossibly handsome doctor who was so far out of her league she need a telescope to see him, then screw it. Screw him. Over and over.

I wonder what disgusts you more, the fact that I'm a demon, or the fact that when I touch you, it doesn't matter.

Because make no mistake, Serena. I do bite. ~Wraith

Sorry, I happen to be into women, so Thanatos doesn't do it for me. But it's probably fair to say that if I were gay, I'd do him.

I'm giving you a free shot at my blood and you're playing hard to get? What kind of vampire are you?" When Wraith just stood there, Kynan rolled his eyes. "Oh, come on. My blood's eighty proof. You want it. You know you do.

Oh really I was just thinking about how great a gold filigree necklace and teardrop earrings would look on me, and at seventy five ninety nine plus shipping, its a freaking, steal. But damn, I missed the deal because, oh that's right.. I'M FUCKING FROZEN ..

He really wished she would stop fingering the brick.

His voice was low and rough … "What about you? Do you like bad boys?" "There's definitely appeal," she breathed. "Good," He bent and clipped her earlobe with his teeth … "Because they don't come badder than me.