Quotes About Desire

Each time they tangled, he'd learned a little more about his Ashblade, until having her body would no longer be enough. Janvier wanted all of the gifted, complicated, skilled woman in front of him. Including her trust.

You are so ridiculously hot," she said, running her hands down his chest. "Stop it." Grinning, he dipped his head to take a slow, smoky burn of a kiss. "Sweetheart, you annihilate me in the hotness stakes." His eyes went to her hair, her curls wild around her head. "I fucking love everything about you.

Digging into the pancakes in the interim, Sarah moaned. "These are so good." Abe stared at her mouth. "Stop making those sounds or you won't get to finish the stack.

You," he said quietly, no longer able to lie. "You tempt me.

Has hecho un agujero en mi corazón y me causa dolor cuando no estás allí para llenarlo.

You are so perfect for me ... I'd steal you if you weren't already mine

In her madder moments, Charlotte sometimes wondered if he was rough in bed or if he had tenderness in him.

Watching Desiree's breasts rise as her lashes lowered, Felix had an epiphany. She was a dominant, yes, and pushy with it at times, but that didn't mean she had endless self-confidence. She had doubts and worries just like him, needed reassurance.

What Vaughn was doing threatened her sanity, but it also ... stimulated her. For the first time in her life, she felt alive in more than the mind alone. Her body had always seemed like something that wasn't quite hers, but now it was very definitely a part of her - Vaughn stretched every one of her senses to the extreme.

There were very few things he'd ever truly hungered for in life, and he'd never been given any of them. He'd claimed each through sheer, unrelenting will and the grim refusal to surrender.

Even lovers of murder had a well-concealed romantic bone or two. Probably buried in the basement under two feet of concrete.

Naasir liked sex, liked touching women's soft, warm bodies, liked driving his cock into their tight, wet sheaths as they screamed his name.

Il va falloir qu'on discute de tes manières, murmura-t-il d'un ton plus amusé que contrarié. – Je pourrais te réduire l'esprit en bouillie si je le voulais. – Et alors qui te lécherait jusqu'à l'orgasme ? Nalini, Singh. Psi-Changeling 1: Esclave des Sens.

Sex is powerful and beautiful and dangerous.

We are perverse creatures and never satisfied.

Pinetta was a hotbed of snakes and storms and sandspurs and sexual longing.

All have been or believed themselves to be in danger from the pursuit of one they wished to avoid, while they have been anxious for the attentions of someone they wished to please.

Be careful what you wish for, lest it come true.

I must think about something else for a while. But then I remember his warn arms and his big strong legs touching mine and how hard and wide his chest was and how hot his kiss was, and I got outside and feed the chickens. They are getting mighty fat.

Power's a strange thing, lad. It's a drug people like me crave it.

The other girls in the village never felt restless. Nhamo was like a pot of boiling water. 'I want...I want...,' she whispered to herself, but she didn't know what she wanted and she had no idea how to find it.

Rape does for a woman's sexual fantasy what the first martini does for her in reality: both relieve her of responsibility and guilt.

the psychoanalytic notion that going down on a man is symbolically similar to breastfeeding; that it is a regressive form of sexuality. (..) the notion that a woman who likes to perform fellatio is "really" in search of maternal succor (..). Perhaps a Freudian case might be made for the unconscious wish on some women's part to drink a man's semen in order to take into themselves the status the male is given in our society.

Forever after men sense the forbidding shadow of the primitive, preoedipal mother behind every woman to whom they are attracted. To escape this (..) they are usually attracted to women younger than they.