Quotes About Desire

Don't let other people tell you what you want.

Morals are like assholes: gay men just want to fuck them with their hard, glistening cocks.

If it makes you happy, it's what you're supposed to do.

I go fishing in my mind. I put out bait, the bait of my own longing, my desire, and my hunger for connection, for a tug of something alive at the end of a line. Something that I may have to struggle with to pull in, but that will be wild and important to me, whether I keep it or let it go.

It is what we love the most / can make us most afraid

I love you, Althea—you are so beautiful," murmured the young man into my ear. Well, I was willing enough. I looked up at him from under my eyelashes. "I love you too," I confessed. I averted my gaze and added privately, "You are so rich." Unfortunately, I apparently said this aloud, if just barely, and his hearing was sharper than one would expect, given his other attributes.

continued, "Cause I can't wait to peel off the fancy clothes to get to the woman who looks so damn right in my bed wearing nothing at all but the sweet flesh God gave her. I'm here to convince you to come home with me where you belong, Lise." Elise clamped her hand over her mouth

I've still got that little freedom part of me that wants to have a car that looks really sexy.

The odd thing about people who had many books was how they always wanted more.

All I wanted, even when I hated you most, was some poor, barren, parched excuse to love you. But you only gave me riddles.

If she know how strongly he felt, she'd have run out the door. He wasn't used to the possessive, or the savage joy she brought to his heart. It ate at his control, so he turned his attention to the music. He understood music.

Mmm, he rumbled into my ear. I thought that being married meant that I never go to bed hungry.

A dominant wolf's desire to protect was a strong instinct--Samuel was very dominant. Give him an inch, and he'd take over the world--my life, if I let him." ~Mercy

There is something incredibly arousing about being wanted. I pulled my hand back and sucked in a deep breath. "Adam," I said.

Love is not necessary for sex.

If she tried anything, she would be sorry. Adam was mine. She had thrown him away, thrown Jesse away—and I had snatched them up. Finders keepers.

He bit the nape of my neck and I moaned.

The snarl didn't make Adam's too-handsome features less handsome, but it would probably have scared anyone else. Me? I think I have some kind of subliminal death wish because Adam's anger makes me go weak at the knees, and not in a terrified sort of way.

If you leave me naked and waiting on the bed without making love to me, I'll—" I didn't get to finish the threat. I think it was the word "naked," though maybe it was "bed," but before I finished my sentence, he was on me. Mercy to Adam

Knowing someone desires you is the greatest aphrodisiac

She understood his passion because she felt the same way: as if nothing was more important than the touch of her skin to his, as if she'd die if he left her.

If you don't stop playing with that dress, I'm going to rip it right off of you, and we won't be heading for dinner.

It was like being leaned on by a very heavy, warm brick. A sexy brick.

his eyes a bright gold. "You need me." He kissed her again, his hands roaming from her jaw down her neck and shoulders. His hips presses forward, and he released her mouth as he slid his body up until his sex pressed, hard and full, against hers. She jerked involuntarily, and he laughed in the same deep way that he had spoken. She growled at him, wolf to wolf. "There you are, there you are," he said. "Are you just going to let me do this alone?