Quotes About Desire

Voglio toccarti, scoprire il tuo corpo, imparare come sei fatto, di cosa hai bisogno. Voglio renderti pazzo di desiderio come lo sono io. Voglio te, tutto quello che puoi darmi, tutto quello che io posso darti, e voglio che questa notte duri per sempre. Sei in grado di darmi tutto questo?

At least it was dark. His eyes drifted down over her body, the ripe curves in the moonlight, and a dreamy expression crossed his face, just before he leaned forward and put his mouth against the side of her neck, tasting her hammering pulse.

He half expected another argument. A struggle of some sort. Again, a surprise. She made that soft, hungry sound that had already emblazoned itself in his senses, she put her hands on his shoulders, and she kissed him back, her tongue sliding against his.

He was trying to rape me. Again that long, assessing, intimate look. I can sympathize with the temptation, he said, half to himself.

She was playing with fire. He could talk a nun into an orgy.

God help her, she wanted him. Not because of his beauty, but because of the odd gentleness in his manner when she didn't expect it, because of the lost look in his green eyes, because of the way he made her feel with just a few words, because of the way he made her melt when he touched her. The jaded rake he presented to the world was just as much a mask as her own was.

He'd done his best to ignore the angry, veiled invitation in the little virgin's eyes, the one she didn't even know she'd issued. But now she'd delivered herself to him, he could hardly resist, now, could he?

One shouldn't lust after an innocent.

Her longing for him was unbearably painful. In truth, she looked at the beautiful, spoiled, self-indulgent man and saw a wounded, angry child. One who needed her.

When she stopped long enough to think about it she knew the wanting ran through him as deeply as it ran through her.

He was sitting on her thighs, and his silk breeches were cool against her bare skin. His hands slid up her body, her buttocks, up the line of her back, and she arched in pleasure, like a cat, unable to help herself. You like that, do you? he murmured. I thought you might. You're a sensual creature, dear heart, no matter how you try to fight it. You were made for this.

I should leave your property. She tried to move, but he forestalled her, putting his hands on her shoulders. She felt thinner, more fragile beneath the thin green material, and there were shadows under here eyes. I thought you were my property as well. You don't want me. I may be cruel, heartless, and penniless, dear Emma, he said lightly. I never said I was a fool.

She reached behind her to unfasten her bra, then stopped. "Do you need me to take all my clothes off, or just from the waist down?" "This isn't a visit to the gynecologist, Rachel. Everything must go." His voice was lightly mocking.

She wanted more, and yet his kiss was like poison to her. It could lead to things, to feelings that could destroy her utterly.

He'd come to London to find a wife and to have sex, and so far he'd failed at the first and not done terribly well at the second. No one seemed to interest him. Except for the enigma that was Charity Carstairs.

her, climbing out of the bath.

Cosa vuoi che ti faccia? Vuoi che ti prenda mentre dormi? Vuoi che ti faccia venire mentre tu fingi che nemmeno esisto? Vuoi entrare nel mio letto e lasciare che ti mostri cose che non hai mai nemmeno sognato? Si, no.. Quale di queste? Sii coraggiosa. Devi solo dirmelo. farò quello che vuoi Forse non sono tanto coraggiosa, dopotutto. il coraggio è avere paura e continuare lo stesso.

What was it about her that caught at his soul, when he no longer had one?

She was in love with Adrian Rohan, and had been for years, and nothing, not his rudeness nor tales of his outrageous excess, nor all her own rational self-discourse, could change her.

There was only one problem with all this. Seducing well-born virgins was universally frowned upon by society. It was just lucky he didn't give a tinker's damn about society. Because he meant to have her, and he was getting tired of waiting. Last night he'd had a taste, and that taste lingered in his senses, driving him mad. He would have her, and soon. The question was, would he ever be ready to let her go?

And she thought what a clean, simple life she would have led if it weren't for love.

She said, 'Red, I want to learn every step of you, and dance till the end of the night.

He was impressed that someone so old still wanted so fiercely to live.

you know how it is when you're missing a loved one. You try to turn every stranger into the person you were hoping for.