Quotes About Desire

Pull down your fucking pants," I repeated, reaching down to grab my cock. "I want in. Now.

Reese?" Her voice was tense, but I still liked the sound of my name on her tongue. Of course, it'd sound sweeter if she was screaming it into a pillow while I pounded her from behind. Funny how that works.

Angry Ruger? Fine. Horny Ruger? I'd gotten used to that, too. But Ruger as a gentle lover? I didn't have room for that in my head, not if I wanted to survive and move forward with my life.

If Becca had any sense, she'd turn cold spray on my crotch.

This bitch and her gorgeous rack had been making my life a living hell for the past six months, because she was the last think I needed in my life and I'd never wanted to fuck anyone more… And that was a problem.

Jesus, you fuck with my head," he said roughly. "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.

Ruger's eyes darkened. "You want this as much as I do," he said, voice soft. "It's not goin' away. We're just going to burn up higher and higher until one of us explodes and we get hurt. Let's end it now. I need inside you, Sophie.

If you look at me like that for even one more second, I'm gonna throw you down on that bed and fuck every part of you, starting with your tits. Unless that's on the menu, you need to grab your shit and leave while you still can. This is the only warning you'll get.

We'll stop soon," he said, rubbing his nose along mine oh-so-slowly. "Just one more taste.

Jesus . . ." he groaned. "You got two seconds before I lay you over that table and fuck you so hard it breaks. Swear to God, Soph.

Fuck me," Ruger muttered, leaning his forehead down against mine. I was still wrapped around him, back against the van, enclosed in his arms

I've wanted you a long time, Soph. Never forgot how you tasted, not for one single fuckin' day in the last four years. Jesus, you were sweet.

I'm jealous as fuck," he said, his voice rough. "That's not really my thing, but it's the truth. I don't much like the idea of some other man touchin' your sweet ass, and if one of them tries to stick his cock into that pretty little cunt of yours, I'm gonna cut it off.

Fuckin' crazy for you," he muttered, fingers digging into my skin. "Always have been.

She'd never been more beautiful—at his mercy, covered in his seed, and marked so that any man who saw her would know she was fucking owned. He wanted to tattoo his name across her ass and keep her tied up like this all day, ready and waiting for his cock.

I wanted him. Wanted him in ways that just weren't right, because nobody should fantasize about fucking their mortal enemy.

Ruger liked a touch of pain, I decided, so I did my best to crush him with my inner muscles. I'm generous that way.

Painter's mouth dropped down to my ear, catching it in his teeth just tight enough to hurt. I felt the hardness between his legs grinding into me as need exploded through my body. He smelled so good . . . My hips twisted, desperate for more. Painter groaned.

I'd lick him all over and massage his butt if he asked.

This isn't about getting laid, Randi. I just want it clear – I'm staking my claim. I missed out the first time we met. I won't let it happen again.

I'm totally down with angry hate sex – especially since it's usually followed by hot makeup sex – but this is our first time. It should be sweet. Happy. It should be so fucking beautiful that unicorns dance on the ceiling and my dick shoots rainbows instead of come. We can fight later.

Whatever this was between us, it wasn't one sided and I wasn't the only one blown away. "You can't tell me this isn't happening," he said, the words torn harshly from his throat. I wanted to deny it but I couldn't. "I've never felt anything like it in my life," I admitted. He growled, all savage satisfaction at my admission. Then his hand twisted hard in my hair, bringing his mouth back down over mine.

You can bullshit all you want about sex and one-night stands, but I'm not done with you yet and you know it. I get what I want, and I want you.

I want you, and I'm not the kind of guy to sit back and wait for good things to come to me.