Quotes About Desire

I was a virgin before you. You woke a sleeping demon, Regan. I tried to sate it myself, but failed. Now you're going to deal with the consequences.

Better would be good. Because if she felt a little less like she'd been run over by a truck, she could jump on Dr. Hottie.

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even though I knew I had a snowball's chance in Hades with you." She sniffed and wiped a tear with the back of her hand. "I just … I just wanted to give you something pure. It's all I have. Had. Everything else about me is tainted by demon blood. But I had that. And it's always been yours." -Gem to Kynan Excerpt From: Larissa Ione. "Desire Unchained." iBooks.

It's okay. There's no shame in wanting me. I am hot, after all.

Shit," he rasped. "Too much. This is too much." Too much what? It wasn't enough , as far as she was concerned. "I like touching you." "No one ever touches me." He took a deep, shuddering breath that somehow sounded...pained, and not in a good way. "Nothing but the wind and rain ever does.

I want you, Cat. I want you more than I've wanted anything since I fell.

I'd have you on the floor, pulling a sixty-nine that wouldn't end until I tasted a dozen of your orgasms. Before you could even think about recovering, I'd fuck you in every way a male can fuck a female. And I wouldn't stop. Not until you begged.

Qué haces? Él arqueó las cejas. —Un sesenta y nueve. —Espera, ¿qué?—Limos se alejó de él y clavó las rodillas en la arena, negándose a moverse ni un ápice. —No puedes tocarme. Arik le regaló una sonrisa de lo más perversa. —No, pero tú sí que puedes hacerlo mientras yo te miro.

His smile became downright wicked. "I can make you beg for the mere whisper of my breath on your skin. I can do things with my tongue that will make you scream with the exquisite intensity of it. And I can make you come so hard, for so long, that you'll pass out from pleasure.

The fallen angel was about as perfect as anything she'd ever seen. Made sense, she supposed—she'd never thought angels would be anything less than perfection. But seeing one naked and up close? No one could blame her for wanting to take pictures and post to all her friends on Instagram, right?

It had been centuries since he'd last succumbed to the kinds of feelings that usually signalled an impending catastrophic bout of self-destructiveness. He either wanted to kill something, or he wanted to fuck something...and the latter something was Cat.

I'm on the very edge right now." His voice throbbed with raw lust. "I want you under me. I want to claim you, get myself all over you. And as much as I'd love to mount you right here in public, right now—and I think in my past, I would have—I never want anyone to see you like that but me.

Aylin had gotten under his skin, and for all his experience fighting enemies, he had no defense against a female whose strength humbled him, whose voice soothed him, and whose touch drove him wild.

You," he purred, "are a HILF." "A what?" "A Horseman I'd like to fuck.

I love you, female. You already own my heart. Why not the rest of me.

But no, he had to smell as good as he tasted, earthy and natural, like sex in the woods. He'd make a fantastic air freshener for some guy's man cave. Ione, Larissa (2014-12-16). Revenant (Demonica) (p. 71). Grand Central Publishing. Kindle Edition.

Touch my soul, Vex." Stopping in front of her, he took one of her hands and pressed it over his heart. "On my honor, it's you I want. Only you.

He'd taken a lot of females in his life, females who played at sex like a contact sport, but Tayla . . . she rocked his underworld.

You're the best thing that's ever happened to me. You…and this world you've opened up for me ... I want a life with you, and I want a life in your world.

He moved toward Jedda, his pulse inexplicably growing faster as he neared her. He'd been in the presence of blindingly gorgeous females with unimaginable power in his centuries of life, and none of them had affected him like this. No, this was different, a mix of attraction and anticipation he would almost compare to battle lust.

Razr, on the other hand... She wasn't sure what to think about him. He was smoking hot, for sure. She'd always been a sucker for dark hair and dark eyes, and she'd bet her life-stone that beneath his exquisitely tailored suit was the body of an athlete. He probably had amazing wings, too.

a poza tym... rany, kole?. pr?dzej wepchn??bym fiuta w nie?yj?cego od miesi?ca trupa. - mog? si? za?o?y?, ?e ju? to robi?e?. - to eliminuje konieczno?? przytulania si? po seksie.

Those nails. He was mesmerized, and his mind kept thinking about what they'd look like—and feel like—in places much more intimate than the stem of a champagne flute. Was she doing that on purpose? His dick sure thought so, and it tapped against the fly of his pants, begging for the same attention.