Quotes About Desire

I want this," he said softly, leaning over and kissing me between the shoulder blades. "I need to own you. All of you. Make you scream and realize that you belong to me and I belong to you and nothing else matters. I can't let you slip away from me, babe.

I want all kinds of things. First I want to tie you up in my bed with my belt. Then I want to cut off your clothes and fuck you in every hole you have. I also want to come on you and rub it into your skin and lick your pussy until you scream at me to stop because if you come one more time you'll die. Then I want to do it again. I want to own you, Sophie.

That's how pathetic things had gotten. I'd actually sat alone in the darkness lusting after a girl like some fucking Robert Pattinson wannabe. At least I smoked instead of sparkled.

I want to stick my cock into your pussy. Don't worry—I'll get you nice and ready first. Open you up with my fingers, make sure you're so wet and hot that when you wrap around me, it'll feel like I'm fucking a goddess because you're goddamn perfect, London. I can't wait to feel your cunt squeezing me. Lick your clit, taste you . . . It'll be good between us. You know it will.

Don't want you wearing shit that you wore for Gary," Horse replied, draping an arm around my neck, pulling me into his body. He leaned over and spoke directly in my ear, voice husky. "I don't give a damn if you never wear panties again, but I know women are weird about that. Here's the compromise. I'm gonna buy you new shit, but only shit I like. You're gonna wear it until I pull it off to fuck you. Everyone wins.

You're a pig," I whispered back. "You know that, right?" "So far bein' a pig works for me, babe," he said. "Gotta go now. Check out the college. Hit the clinic and get some pills. Don't call your brother. Cook something fuckin' great for dinner and don't wear any panties. That's all I ask.

It took everything I had to bite back a little squee of excitement, because there's not a woman on earth who doesn't secretly want to ride off into the sunset with a bad man on a bike .

I want to own every part of you," he continued, his breath hot against my skin. "I want to throw you face-first across this counter, rip off those shorts, and fuck you hard and fast until my goddamned cock stops hurting and my balls don't feel like they're gonna explode. Because they've felt that way for a helluva long time, Soph, and I'm startin' to think it's not gonna go away unless I do something about it.

We're going to fuck. Then I think we'll probably do it again. After that I'll buy you dinner, but only if you're nice.

Good thing your cunt's so fucking hot." "Don't call it that." His lips twitched. "Good thing your vagina's so gosh-darned hot," he whispered. "Because I really, really want to stick my penis in it and have repeated intercourse, bringing us to a mutually satisfactory culmination of our desires. How's that sound?

I didn't need to control her…Hell, I just wanted to sit back and watch her, try to figure out what made her tick and hold on for the ride.

My cock gets hard just thinkin' about you. You're in my dreams every night. I wake up in the morning and all I think about is you in my house, you and Noah finally mine. My family. It's even better than ridin' my bike. I'm crazy for you, Soph.

That's when it all hit me and I started laughing. I'd just had incredible, indescribable sex with the hottest guy I'd ever met—and I was still a fucking virgin. Jesus. Just like high school. I couldn't give this shit away.

Why hasn't Marie shot you yet?" "Because I'm not in denial about what my cock wants," Horse replied. "I piss her off, I get no pussy. Watch and learn.

Not like you have anything to lose," Em added, coming up beside us. "Find Buck, then we'll ditch this place. I'm ready for a three-way with Ben and Jerry

To hell with this slow shit. "You're wearing too much," I said. "Take something off, because otherwise I'm going to start ripping things.

I fuck you, nobody else does. Which hole I fuck is up for negotiation.

Not sure I know what real is … but I don't believe in love, babe. I believe in gettin' laid." "That's the saddest thing I've ever heard.

I'd fallen in love with Melanie Tucker. Not some little-boy, bullshit needy "love"… This was deep, almost painful in its unholy intensity. It was like she'd sent tendrils burrowing deep inside, binding us together so tightly I'd die if I ever tried to pull them out. I was truly, deeply, and utterly fucked, because I fucking loved this girl…and she wasn't for me.

Here's a suggestion for future reference, then," Horse said. "Try jerking off before answering the door if you want me to believe you don't think of her that way. Wood like you were sportin' usually implies the opposite. Unless it was for me? If that's the case, I'm genuinely flattered. No judgments.

Was definitely throwing out those fuckin' jeans of hers tommorrow. Doesn't matter how fuckable a woman looks in a pair of pants if you can't get them off when it is time to tap ass.

God damn. I needed to either fuck her of fire her, because this in-between shit was not workin' for me. "Course Gage wanted her crew working out at The Line permanently, so I guess that meant firing was off the table. Okay, then, I'd take one for the team and fuck her.

I don't say sweet things and make love and all that bullshit. I like sex hard and rough, no holding back.

Esto es lo que quiero —dijo con voz acariciadora, mientras se inclinaba y me besaba entre los omoplatos—. Necesito hacerte mía. Toda mía. Hacerte gritar, sentir que me perteneces y que yo te pertenezco y que nada más importa. No puedo dejar que te alejes de mí, nena.