Quotes About Desire

Like locusts on new corn, Gian had landed on her, struggling to undress as he kissed her.

Desear el amor no es debilidad, la debilidad consiste en conformarnos con algo menos que el amor.

She talked about wanting to be a part of something, wanting to be desired, to be 'special', craving to be loved. She talked about experiencing the kind of loneliness so immense it could swallow you up. She called it 'loneliness that crowds couldn't cure'.

Could live with you in solitude and need no one else. Give me your love.

Later on, when I tried to imagine how I might have ruined things, that would occur to me - that I'd so rarely resisted, that I hadn't made it hard enough for him. Maybe it was like gathering your strength and hurling your body against a door you believe to be locked, and then the door opens easily - it wasn't locked at all - and you're standing looking into the room, trying to remember what it was you thought you wanted.

it struck me as so hard to believe I was really getting what I wanted; it was always easier to feel the lack of something than the thing itself.

Was it a thing, Flora wondered, that just happened to charismatic men—or maybe all men—how the world around them seemed to bend to their wants and needs?

Sometimes, a gal just can't have too many men. Maya

Instead of some pristine prince charming, she'd much rather have her big, bad wolf.

Just so we're clear, I made love with you the first time because I wanted you more than I wanted breath. That's the same reason I did the second time, too. And the reason I'll do it every chance I get.

Luke caught Mina's chin in his left hand and turned her face toward him. 'Guess what, sweetheart?' 'What?' He grinned. 'I'm keeping you.

She wrapped her legs around his hips. Wrapped her arms around his shoulders. And she kissed him. This time, the pleasure was his. A deep, wrenching pleasure that washed over him as he climaxed inside of her. The release blinded him and fucking seemed to gut him as it went on and on, hollowing out his body. When the climax ended, he didn't release her. Because he wasn't letting her go, not ever again.

But sometimes, the things you wanted most were the things that would destroy you.

Fuck. A woman's eyes shouldn't make a guy feel like she was stealing his soul with just a glance.

He lifted her up against that tiled wall. Spread her legs. Her mouth was still on him, lips, tongue, teeth… His fingers slid over her core. Pushed inside her sex. So wet. So hot. She clamped down on him and held tight.

As many times as I want," Drake told her, voice rough and dark. "Until you can't breathe without feeling me on every inch of your body.

Heaven and hell could wait. He had paradise right there in his arms.

And if I could control everything," his voice was for her alone, "then I'd already have gotten you, naked, under me, and I wouldn't be so wild with lust that I want to rip apart my own best friend…because you're about to put your mouth on him.

I've been dying to know," he said again, "how you taste." Oh, hell. Her right hand grabbed the back of his head, and she yanked him down toward her. Their mouths met. Open. Ready. Lips kissed. Tongues licked. And—damn! Yes, she wanted. The control she'd held so tightly began to crack. She jerked in her seat, struggling to press against him. He took her mouth. Tasted her. Tormented her. And she met him. No, she fought him, fought him for more.

Then his hands were around her waist as he lifted her up. The muscles in his arms flexed as he held her. Wow, didn't realize the man was so strong, didn't know— She licked his throat. Screw it. Lora wrapped her legs around his waist. His cock pushed against her, pressing right at the wet entrance to her sex. She arched toward him just as Kenton slammed deep. So deep. She bit her lip to hold back the scream. Skin to skin. Hot. Slick. So full.

Her heartbeat began to pound faster. Thirteen's eyes were sweeping over her body. A slow, deliberate glance. "Can he—can he see through the mirror?" His gaze felt like a hot touch on her skin. "Of course not" was Dr. Wyatt's instant response. The doc sounded annoyed with her. Her shoulders relaxed. Subject Thirteen smiled. Damn.

You think I wouldn't trade anything for you? Wouldn't do anything for you? Angel, from the first look, I knew I'd fucking wreck this world for you.

The way I feel about you-it's wild and it's dark. I want you with me all the time. I want your body, your heart. I want you to need me as much as I need you.

I've never wanted another woman as much as I want you. Never have and I know I never will again. There is something special about you. You make me need. You make me want. You make me go absolutely insane so that nothing else matters but you. That kind of desire can't be contained or controlled. It will make a man desperate. Make him weak.