Quotes About Desire

At its base, the male, whether human, animal or Breed, has a core nature equal to that of a sullen child denied a favored treat. And the male can react accordingly—

Taking you is like losing myself," he groaned roughly. "I feel you clasping my dick, Crista, but I feel you pouring into my soul.

You had no intention of sharing Kelly with Rowdy even if it had been what he wanted, did you?" Dawg grunted. Rowdy would have killed both of them if they had touched Kelly. "Neither did you unless Rowdy really still needed it.

Hoping meant you had something to live for, and living for something or someone else was asking for pain.

I love you, Coya, he whispered. Live for me, baby. Live for me. Because I can't live without you.

You have a claim on her, Jacobs? I think I might like to keep her.

Malachi had warned her that a Breed, once certain that the woman he wanted was drawn to him, could only be turned away if he knew the object of his lust, his affection, or whatever they called it, if her objections were stronger than her need. Breeds didn't force the sexual aspects, they didn't stalk, nor did they harass. They charmed, cajoled and teased. They built the hunger and the need until their potential lovers fell willingly into their arms.

There's a fine line that divides pleasure and pain," he told her as he removed the butt plug from the tray, and the tube of lubricant. "It's so slim, that if went about the right way, the pain adds to the pleasure, in a dark erotic manner.

a grand explosion of culturally sanctioned greed. Presents, presents, presents.

It's a boner not a monster," he growled, waving a hand to the erection her gaze continued to flicker back and forth from. "You're watching it like you expect it to bite." "It looks angry enough." A nervous little smile touched her lips before it fell and she watched him somberly. "You look angry enough." kane and sherra

Should I just ask you all to screw me, Rowdy? Why don't I just bare it now and let you take turns with me. Hell yeah, make it damned easy on you, wouldn't it? That way, you don't have to feel like shit later because you let another man take what was yours?

a grand explosion of culturally sanctioned greed. Presents, presents, presents. They

Maybe it's hungry," she suggested, her voice low but definitely goading now. "Do you keep kitty kibble around?" Silence

She heard a male groan, but whose it was she wasn't certain. "They'll just watch," he whispered as his head lifted. "Watch me eat every perfect inch of your body this time. That's all. No pressure, Kelly.

You know what I want," he whispered. "Exactly what I suspect you're most frightened of now." He lifted his other hand, smoothing back her hair from her face, his thumb caressing her cheek. "I want to strip you down, love you from head to toe as often as possible, and sometimes…we might not be alone.

Wait! Her palm flattened against the perspiration-damp flesh of his abs. Wait? For what? Interruptions? Explosions? Fuck, he'd kill the son of a bitch stupid enough to wake him . Stupid enough to disturb him. He'd kill. I want you. Honest-to-God chill bumps raced up his fucking spine at the huskily whispered words. Then let me give you, me

Ever been watched?" he whispered, his expression heavy with dark desire. Breathing heavily, Kelly stared back at him. She wasn't shocked, she realized. She had heard too much about the Nauti Boys. Too many tales of their sexual excesses, their uninhibited immersion into their sensual games.

No, she didn't want him; she loved him. She loved him with a strength she hadn't believed in herself. That was, she'd loved him until this morning. Until he had offered her marriage, without the love. "Want isn't enough.

All I have are fragmented dreams that drive me fucking crazy. Whatever we started eight years ago, we'll finish this summer. One way or the other." Nothing on earth could convince him to let her out of his sight now. Possessiveness, desire, and emotions he hadn't felt in so many years he barely remembered them rose to the surface of his consciousness.

Rowdy was taking her over. Forceful. Dominant. He was so certain he knew what she needed, but Kelly had seen what she needed, and it wasn't what he was offering.

You'll destroy me," she cried out, her fingers digging into his scalp as his tongue licked over her nipple. "Again. You'll destroy me again, Dawg." He had to understand. He couldn't do this to her again. She could easily give herself to him, just like before. "It's okay, Crista. I won't hurt you, baby," he groaned. "It's just us. See? No one else is here. Ever. God, I'd kill the man that tried to touch you now.

Oh yeah. Baby, so good. He had to release her nipple, had to hold her face in his hands, stare into her eyes. So damned tight. Sweet. Ride me, sweetheart. Ride me out of hell.

Into that charm and the gloom and the deep silence Oth moved gravely; and a solemness came on his face as he entered the wood; for to go on quiet feet through the wood was the work of his life, and he came to it as men come to their heart's desire.

It was better to be a wild thing in the lovely marshes, than to have a soul that cried for beautiful things and found not one.