Quotes About Desire

She has an arse men should write sonnets to. . . .

His hands reached out to pile her hair up, just so he could lean down and breathe along her neck. At her ear, he murmured, "Bride, this is embarrassing. I think I've caught you staring at my cock.

Daciano broke the spell. "Bettina, there is a limit." Without looking at him, she asked, "What does that mean?" He took her hand, smoothly returning her panties. "One day you'll convince me that you'll always want him." Just before he traced away, he murmured in her ear, "Take care, lest you lose a male who'll desire only you—and gain a male who'll desire only others.

To envy was to lack.

The female asked him, "Have you ever been bait? Well, besides jailbait. Rowr.

Can someone please tell me why succubae are so bad?" Rónan said, quickly adding, "Ben does no' understand this either.

Carrowicus much drunkicus or Hot-assicus in my greedy handsicus.

You know that I'm not for sale, right?" "I know. Or I would have already bought you.

Rune the Insatiable. he buffed his black claws. Wringing orgasms and breaking hearts for eons.

Quiéreme tan ferozmente como te quiero... deséame como nunca has deseado a otra.- Mariketa

I'll like it more if you fight. You'll like it more if you don't.

For me, Thronos is all the gold in the world. He's my next heartbeat.

I will have spent my entire life in service to the kingdom, only to abandon it in a time of need, for a female who doesn't even want me!

And now, for the first time in three hundred hellish years, Sebastian desperately wanted to live.

If this is wrong, I don't want to be right.

The vampire had humiliated her and her oldest friend, but she still missed him to an aching degree.

Witches are good for one thing and only one thing. Tinder. —Bowen Graeme MacRieve Third in line for the Lykae throne

He's growling for her?" Rónan asked. "His mate walks by, and he does no' touch her? Or pull her into his lap? It's no' natural! And it's starting to freak me out.

No matter what happens, I want you to know that I dearly wish you could end this game.

Even if he knew for certain that she was his mate, could he accept a witch as his own? Present her to the clan as his female? Again he imagined her trembling and wanton beneath him, and his body quickened for her. I'll bloody figure something out.

Alas, I fear that floral arrangement and playing the harpsichord are forever out of my grasp. As you can imagine, the knowledge of my deficiencies is crushing

Even as he wanted to master her, he hated the idea of her as acquiescent. He needed her to struggle against him, to give as good as she got. He craved power plays between them, mental games. But ultimately he did want to dominate her.

He'd given her his word—when he was soused and under duress from needing to tup her—but still his

He'd given her his word—when he was soused and under duress from needing to tup her—but still his word.