Quotes About Connection

Everything in Heaven and Earth is connected to everything in Heaven and Earth.

She couldn't turn away from the eyes that held her. Eyes as deep, as Dark as the night, yet there was something that sparked with warmth, that kept those eyes from being cold.

Take my heart with you, baby girl. It follows you….always...

You touch everyone, Emily. You touch a father's heart. A stranger's loyalty, and the soul I never knew I had. You touch it, and you remind us of all the innocence we've lost in the world. - Kell Krieger

Getting a woman's body and getting her heart are two different things. And gaining her trust is another problem entirely.

When they reached the stairs, he didn't make her climb them herself. He picked her up in his arms and carried her to the big bathroom off their bedroom. He didn't speak, his expression didn't soften. But he was hard. His cock was like a poker, steely and hot against her hip. His eyes blazed with lust.

It can happen like that. It can build slowly. It can come like a gentle rainfall, or it can slam into you like a tsunami. You are my tsunami, love.

And he believed because loving her meant believing. It meant trusting. And it meant life. It meant Kell Kreiger was no longer alone

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." Noah & Sabella

His lips covered hers as he laid the gauze on her leg. Fiery pain shot through her flesh as his lips swallowed her cry, then replaced it with such amazing sensation she wanted to whimper in return. He licked her lips. He didn't steal her kiss. He didn't take it. He cajoled it from her.

Her eyes opened then. They were drowsy, slumberous, staring up at him with a hunger that was impossible to miss. "I felt you," she whispered, a smile tilting her moist lips. "Watching me. Should I feel you watching me?" Was she asleep or awake? "Of course." He found the growl building in his throat. "Every time I look at you, baby, I touch you.

She shuddered, convulsing beneath the whiplash of his tongue as the world dissolved around her. "Now." He moved before the last violent pulses stilled. He came over her body, catching his weight on his elbows, staring down at her with savage intensity as the bulbous head of his c#ck nudged against the sensitive opening of her pussy. "Now," he whispered again. "I make you my woman, Elizabeth. Now.

When it came to a man's soul, Noah (Wild Card) thought that maybe his uncle (Jordan, Elite Ops commander) was finally realizing that once a man lost his soul to a woman, it was gone forever. And life wasn't much worth living without her.

Tease? he groaned. Ah, baby, I'm not teasing you. I'm giving to you. Giving you every ounce of pleasure I know how to give you. -Jordan(Live Wire) to Tehya (Enigma)

If there had been any doubt in her mind that John hadn't placed some emotional claim on her, then it was gone in that second. Pure male possession marked his kiss.

Bella. You were always my soul.

I waited for you. All these years I watched and waited, knowing, somehow, that what we would have would be different. That it would be worth the lonely nights and the fears that I had missed you somewhere.

I love you, Anya," he said. "You are my soul.

His lips covered hers swiftly, his tongue taking advantage of her gasp and sweeping in commandingly. He had asked for the caress earlier that morning, now he demanded. He conquered, he licked and stroked her tongue and gloried in her instant, if hesitant, response. She was shy. Wary. She wouldn't give in to the heat pulsing between them easily. But she was curious enough about it to allow the kiss.

And there, tucked in his soul, was the love he felt for Sabella since the moment he had seen her.

Don't wake up, he whispered as he felt her shudder against him once more. Dream with me, Belle. Sweet Belle, just dream with me. -from Travis/Black Jack

She had found someone who matched her, a warrior and a shield. A man she could respect; one she could argue with and enjoy. She hadn't wanted to lose that. Hadn't wanted to be alone again.

Some couples--most couples--waited years and years before they developed the ability to read or to feel each other so well. Then there were those very few who touched each other so deeply, so perfectly that first time that the bond was almost immediate.

He gave to Paige that last part of himself. The part of a male that became more than a lover, more than a heart mate. He gave her that primitive, possessive core that most men hold back. He gave her his being and he felt the momemt she gave to him. And they became more than just one.