Quotes About Desire

What is it with you and frozen desserts Why do you always want them?" "Because we live in a dessert.

He's also pretty good looking. Okay more than good looking. He's hot-like, the kind of hot that makes you stop walking in the street and get hit by traffic.

Something clenched in my chest, and for a moment, the whole world narrowed down to the green of his eyes.

I think Adrian really likes you. Like, in a wanting-to-be-serious way." I shook my head and stepped back. "Nope. He likes me in a wanting-to-get-the-clothes-off-the-cute-dhampir way.

That hand slipped under my dress, running along the side of my leg and up to my hip. I burned where he touched me, and everything within me became focused on that hand. It was moving far too slowly, and I grabbed it, ready to urge it on. Adrian chuckled and caught hold of my wrist, pulling my hand away and pinning it down against the covers. "Never thought I'd be the one slowing you down." I opened my eyes and met his. "I'm a quick study.

You kill me, Rose. Everyday is agony without you.Empty. Alone. I pine for you, wondering if you're even still alive. -Adrian to Rose

The color," he breathed. "When you stand in the light. They're amazing...like molten gold. I could paint those..." He reached toward me but then pulled back. "They're beautiful. You're beautiful." -Bloodlines

If she just wanted to come home at night to eye candy with good hair, I could probably be that reasonably well.

I wanted to bring Lissa back, and I wanted to return to Adrian's arms again, return to his lips and all this life... "Hathaway! Good God, do I have to hose you down?

Roza, my self-control is ten times stronger than yours." I opened my eyes, shifting to look into his. I brushed his hair back and smiled, certain my heart would expand until there was nothing left of me. "Oh yeah? That's not the impression I just got." "Wait until next time," he warned. "I'll do things that'll make you lose control within seconds.

I set off, off to kill the man I loved.

I think Adrian really likes you. Like, in a wanting-to-be-serious way." "Nope. He likes me in a wanting-to-get-the-clothes-off-the-cute-dhampir way.

Just because we want something doesn't mean it's right

I like you being the sinner you are. -Adrian Ivashkov

Do you really want him to get over you?

Everyone wanted what she couldn't have.

Was Deirdre right about me purposely wanting relationships that were impossible?

I slept with her because she was hot and wanted me. Maybe we're dealing with the supernatural, but I'm still human.

All those other flings I've had are just ashes in the wind, scattered and forgotten. But you . . . you're the real thing. The fire that keeps burning in my life. You're the one. There's no one else I feel this connected to. And if I could do all those things, stay with you, make love—with the lights on—tell you everything that weighs on me, I would.

I'm going to just go on loving you, even if it's hopeless." -Adrian-

the kind of kiss that said, I want to consume every inch of you and hear you scream my name.

She continue kissing me with that ferocity, so much so that her lips lightly scraped my teeth. It was only a few drops, but as the sweet metallic taste of her blood touched my tongue, a blinding ecstasy flooded my body.

No podía ser la novia de Mason porque cuando me imaginaba a alguien sujetándome y murmurándome marranadas al oído, ese alguien tenía acento ruso.

No," I said softly, feeling all the energy run out of me. I was tired. So, so tired. "I don't want a war. I...I can't unleash something like that." Then, for the first time so far, Dorian spoke. "I can," he said.