Quotes About Desire

He stalked up behind her to clench her hips, and she stilled. In a breathy voice, she asked, You're going to make love to me again, aren't you? In answer,he lifted her onto the counter, tore off her shift, then pressed her naked body back into the blooms.

Myst hasn't returned yet, But you know that, or else you'd both be naked and fornicating on the front lawn The night's young. Give us time, and it was a field a mile away. A Valkyrie and Nikolai Wroth pg 322

Tell me, if I take you to my room and put you in my bed, what do you think would happen? I can draw you a diagram. Hint: I'm slot B, and you're tab A.

You smell like honeysuckle. You likin' ole Jack now? I never stopped liking you. Even when you were warding me away with the power of Catholicism.

Similar situation ? Like the one where you put me in fear for my life, then let go of that damned vine to heartlessly build my fear ? MacRieve, I hope I enthralled you. Then you can rot wanting me to be yours.

No ale for the girl, Birgit, Aidan said to the woman. Do we not have milk? Regin's face heated. And all the worse, because she would dearly love some milk.

Don't stop kissing me, vampire, or I will kill you.

Whenever you have a sorcerer betwixt your thighs, your powers tend to disappear

Look it Gollum, if you spring me, I'll help you find your Precious.--Regin

You said you'd give me half an hour!' 'And you said you'd satisfy me whenever I wanted it. I want it now.' He removed is jacket. 'Drop the towel.' 'I-I never agreed to be naked!

By all the gods, I desire you, but you must know that you have my love. It's given, sieva. Wholly entrusted to you. Have a care with it.

Okay, now you really don't need to do that blushing virgin bit anymore—I got to ogle your body at my leisure for hours. Matter of fact, I had so long, I could have painted you, instead of just taking pictures with my sat-phone." He held up his phone with a wink. "I loathe you," she said, precariously bending to collect her toiletries and clothes. As she headed for the bathroom, she gave him the evilest eye she could muster….

W-we both know your life would be so much simpler without me! I am just a thorn in your paw. He nodded easily. And it reminds me of you - every move I make, I think of you. My lips parted. Again I realized that he was the only thing in my life that made me feel sane, made me want to fight for a future. Evangeline, I've got to feel you with my every step. His shaking hand closed over my nape, squeezing. Or I go a little crazy, me.

Why would I kill to know what she's thinking right now? Probably because I enjoy killing.

Her heart sank. That's why he found her attractive- because he'd been so long without. He'd probably find a perfumed rock appealing at this point.

I like em young, dumb, and hung. Reign the Radiant

As Damiano strolled to the back platform, he returned her smile, white teeth against bronzed skin, then he dropped into the water. The man was sex on a stick. MacRieve stepped in front of her, clasping her nape, jealousy ablaze in his expression. Eyes on the prize, woman. It's a werewolf you'll have, or none at all.

If you want to communicate an idea to a man's brain, you must talk to him through his pecker. It's like an ear horn, y'all.

I know I'm wrong in the head! I want to be . . . right. For you. - MacRieve ?#IAD13 ~

Did he ask what she'd done in her room? Hell, no. At that point, and after that bewitching smile, if she'd murmured, I'm leading you into the fiery depths of hell, he'd have followed dumbly.

And all he wants is to throw a rager in your sugar mill? Then she frowned. Wow. That sounded raunchy.

Tell me, Lothaire, I want to know. Convince me why I should love you." "Because any other female would!

When he was this close to me, I could feel his palpable yearning. I could sense that gut-wrenching loneliness he'd suffered.

He opened his mouth to speak, closed it, then tried again: "That wild storm was a tiny fraction of what was going on inside me. I look at you . . . and I soar. I make love to you, and everything is new; I feel . . . so much. I'm certain my chest will explode from it. . . . Gods, I make no sense, do I?