Quotes About Desire

Why?" he screamed, letting the noise bellow out loud and ferocious. "Why can I not have some measure of peace?" he questioned.

Jane, look at me," he asked, and when she did, he knew she was seeing what she needed in his eyes. "You are the only woman for me–it"s only ever been you. I told you once before, that I have never loved before you, and I will never love again. Jane," he said, forcing her face to down to his. "There is no condition on my love. No end to my desire. Don"t put them there, my love.

The power of a kiss is a heady pleasure, one that teases the mind, warms the heart, lifts the soul and tempts the body.

Jane," he whispered as the streaks of dawn broke through their bedroom window. "Once more. In the daylight, so I can see you with the sun upon your skin." And she rolled over, smiled, and held open her arms to him, welcoming him home at last.

He knew how to touch her, how hard to thrust, when to roll his hips, when and how to angle himself so she could not only feel him inside her, but rubbing against her clitoris, brushing, sensitizing. The fiend knew how to make her agony last, how to suspend it until he would allow her to reach out for it and surrender.

I'm still scared, still wanting to run at times when I look into your eyes and wonder how I will ever be the sort of man you deserve. I want so much to deserve you. To be worthy of a woman like you.

How will I accomplish such a thing?" he said, and her lashes fluttered closed as his bottom lip scraped gently up the curve of her chin. "I'll be everywhere you are. Your very shadow.

But this night is not through. We've made love. And now, to the bed, where the f*cking will commence.

She followed the melting flakes, revelling in the thickness, the softness of his hair, which he wore long. She had loved to run her fingers through it before. Tug at it in mounting pleasure. Snuggle into it in the shared intimacy of their loving.

Beth…Beth… He whispered her name in his mind, unwilling to break the spell that surrounded them with any sound. He did not want to hear his voice; the only sounds he desired were the soft inhalations of Beth's breath, her sighs of pleasure, the brush of his body and hers as he loved her. She was beautiful, so perfect. He wanted to sit back and feast his eyes on her, sear her into his memory, lying like this, waiting for him.

He was drowning, he finally admitted. Drowning in the allure of Lady Jane Westbury.

I love your taste, my shundori," he murmured, and she felt his body tense beneath her. "I can't get enough of it. I can't get enough of you.

Men were men. They all wanted beauty. Such shallow, fickle, heartless creatures.

He wanted to offer her the comfort of his home, shelter in his arms, pleasure from his body.

Our longing is also our desire to be known completely. Imagine having your beloved look tenderly into your eyes, knowing all your secrets, having seen you be crabby and sweet, selfish and generous, and still truly loving you. Imagine being able to do the same. That is the potential of a conscious relationship.

I want this music and this dawn and the warmth of your cheek against mine. —R

You are no longer a young girl who believes that she should be out of life what is best. Just nothing you do not. A couple of times you get lucky and drop you from the sky this or that, accidentally and undeservedly, but most of the things you have to fight it alone and you can enjoy if you get half of what you wanted.

erpicht darauf,

Now I will burn you back, I will burn you through, Though I am damned for it we two will lie And burn, here where the starlings fly

before I die I want to see The world that lies behind the strangeness of your eyes

Now I will burn you back, I will burn you through, Though I am damned for it we two will lie And burn.

I was madly in love with not so much what was there as with what I supposed to be there.

Do you love him enough to do something to win him — to really put yourself out somewhat for that purpose?

ONE of the most distinctive features of the human mind is to forecast better things. "We look before and after And pine for what is not.