Quotes About Desire

Sometimes, you should be careful what you want in this world.

I must have more. Her lashes slowly lifted and her bright stare met his once more. Her breath was coming fast, so was his, and he waited for her to speak. "That was…" She smiled. "Can we go again?" Fuck, yes.

she gasped. Zero to implosion. She whispered his name, she rode that blast of pleasure and still…she wanted.

What is it that you want from me?" Everything. But they'd get to that... soon enough.

He kissed her hard. He kissed her deep. He kissed her the way he wanted to fuck her.

Are you thinking with your head or your dick?" Izaak demanded. "Asking for a friend. Asking because you're a dumbass and—

Nice and easy," he whispered. "The kiss doesn't have to mean a thing." Her lips parted. That's the problem. He might be done with their relationship, but she wasn't. Everything about him still meant something to her. She started to tell him just that—

Because this wasn't the way that Elijah really kissed. He didn't kiss like a gentleman. He kissed like a man possessed. A man desperate to have the woman he wanted.

But I could be very dangerous to you, DB. I could wreck you. Shatter that control you hold so dear . . . and then what would happen?

Some dreams just seemed beyond him.

He had a really fucking good time as he did his very, very bad things.

Sometimes," she confessed as she stared at him, totally nude and vulnerable as she bared her darkest truth, "what I fear most is myself." Trusting the wrong man. Not going for what she wanted. Letting life pass her by.

Can't. Come. Yet. He had to be inside her before he came, and she—she had to be on her second orgasm by then.

You know we'd be dynamite together. We touch, and I pretty much implode." Her whole body was trembling, but Sarah locked her knees. "That kind of desire is dangerous." "Aw, pretty Sarah, that kind of desire is addictive.

Kiss me hard and deep, kiss me like you need to have me that very minute. I didn't spend all this time working to get past your control so that we could go back to the beginning." Her gaze held his. "I want everything from you, and in return, well, everything is absolutely what I'll give you.

So...who do you want to hit with your bouquet? I know how much you like slamming it around in a crowd." His

The kiss was soft and brief, and she yearned for so much more. But she was used to not having what she wanted.

At first, you just want to live. To escape. That's all that matters.

her taste made him feel a little drunk. Sweet but rich.

Yet, til now, her discipline had less to do with her strict Catholic upbringing than the fact that she hadn't met anybody who had aroused her to the point where she felt it was worth risking purgatory.

One of the most important discoveries wa that 'six cylinders had sex appeal.' The man or woman behind the wheel had a particular allure that was not lost upon the opposite sex.

This is the part where I kiss you.

Reading is an escape, an education, a delving into the brain of another human being on such an intimate level that every nuance of thought, every snapping of synapse, every slippery desire of the author is laid open before you like, well, a book.

Desire is the starting point for achievement, not a hope, not a wish, but a keen pulsating desire which transcends everything.