Quotes About Desire

Who does ever get what they want? It doesn't seem to happen to many of us if any at all. It's always two people bumping against each other blindly, acting out old ideas and dreams and mistaken understandings. Except I still say that this isn't true of you and me. Not right now, not today.

Who does ever get what they want? It doesn't seem to happen to many of us if any at all. It's always two people bumping against each other blindly, acting out of old ideas and dreams and mistaken understandings.

Who does ever get what they want? It doesn't seem to happen to many of us if any at all. It's always two people bumping against each other blindly, acting out of old ideas and dreams and mistaken understandings.

does ever get what they want? It doesn't seem to happen to many of us if any at all. It's always two people bumping against each other blindly, acting out of old ideas and dreams and mistaken understandings. Except I still say that this isn't true of you and me. Not right now, not today. I

does ever get what they want? It doesn't seem to happen to many of us if any at all. It's always two people bumping against each other blindly

I intend to make you scream for me, Riley.

He took possession of my lips even before the last word left my mouth, taking them, tasting them. Claiming them in a way that was all male, all possession, all desire. No one had ever kissed me like that. No one.

That they wanted to be anywhere but here was obvious—and something I could totally understand.

I can't date a man who has survived for centuries by biting women and sucking their blood." — Heather "I bet he gives one hell of a hickey." — Fidelia

Heat invaded her cheeks. She wasn't used to men seeing her whithout her clothes on. And here was in her boring white cotton bra and panties. damn, if only she'd worn her black lace undies. She winced inwardly. She'd come close to getting mauled by a jaguar, and all she could think about was the sexiness factor of her underwear? She must be in shock.

No more thoughts about his mouth and which of her body parts would fit inside. No. None of that. He'd think about something completely different. Like her mouth and which of his body parts would fit inside.

You don't believe in love?" Connor grimaced as if he'd been poked with a spear. Oh, he believed in love all right. Love was a bitch.

She licked her lips. "What is that called?" Sex. He stopped himself just in time. "Chocolate.

He glanced at her, his hair wild and his eyes red. 'May I give ye pleasure?' Still a gentleman. Emma smiled. But his voice sounded gruff and his appearance was that of an untamed barbarian. She grabbed handfuls of his hair and pulled his head close to hers. 'Make me scream.' His eyes gleamed hotter. 'Ye will. Many times ere the night is over.

I want to be loved, honestly and truly loved, for who I am. And I want to love a woman with all my heart for all my life. I want to ache for her mind, for her body, for her companionship.

Amore." Giacomo pressed a hand against his heart. "How we suffer for it.

At first, I thought it was only your body I wanted. But something about you has made me greedy as hell. I want everything. Your love. Your mind. Your secrets. Your soul.

Sir!" Laszlo's voice rose an octave. He twirled a button with his fingers. "There isn't enough time for—for two treatments. You must decide between your—your tooth or your…" With a grimace, he glanced at Roman's swollen jeans. My fang or my yang? The latter strained against his zipper, as if it wanted to leap out and shoot its mouth off. Pick me, pick me!

Leo, put me down. I can walk. I like carrying you. He strode down the hallway toward the bedchamber. I dream about holding you in my arms.

For now, there are only a few words I want to hear. He pressed gently on her lower lip. You can tell me faster, slower, harder, and --- He leaned closer till his mouth only a breath away from hers. He pressed his lips lightly against hers, then pulled back to look at her. Softer. Then there's my favorite --- He cradled her head with his hands. ---don't stop.

Freemont grimaced. "If I was a vampire, I'd miss fried chicken. And waffles.

Necesito sentir que tengo el control. —Ah, ahora me has dado un desafío. — Él dio un paso más cerca. — Para hacerte perder el control.

She couldn't run away from him. She'd be running from her own heart.

As she neared the gazebo, the unmistakable sounds of passion drifted from the interior. She halted as a woman let out a long, soft moan. Oh, Robby, we need to stop. We're missing the party. I canna wait another minute, he grumbled in a low voice. I need you now, Olivia. The woman let out another long moan that Caitlyn could only interpret as surrender. She tiptoed across the grass, headed in another direction. A feminine squeal emanated from the gazebo, followed by a masculine growl.