Quotes About Relationship

It is not the way of a Comanche to beat his woman," he rasped. "Just as it is not his way to let her go away from him.

Would you let go? It's indecent, you touching me like this." "In-dee-sent?" "Indecent. Shameful. Would you please let go? It is my foot, you know." "And you are my woman.

You make a smile inside me, that is why I want you. The way a man wants his wife." He ran a hand up her back, kneading her tense muscles. "You will trust this Comanche? As you did when you rode in a great circle back to me? This one last time, you will trust? No hurting

Blue Eyes, you will say yes to me?" "Tonight? Now?" "Yes, tonight. Before this time between us passes.

The way things were going, if he was to become his woman's friend before he became her lover, they might never move on to the second stage of their relationship.

You are my woman!" He swept his hand toward the door. "I have spoken it before my people. You must walk always in my footsteps. That is the way of it. A woman does not leave her husband. It is forbidden." Loretta lifted her chin. "According to your ways!" "My ways are your ways. My people are your people. I am your husband!

You are my woman!" He swept his hand toward the door. "I have spoken it before my people. You must walk always in my footsteps.

You are my woman. We are one, forever with no horizon." "Oh, Hunter, it isn't that easy. I'm leaving," she whispered in a quavery voice. "You can't watch me every second." "It is forbidden for a woman to leave her husband." "So is our love.

You belong to me. Forever, for always! Within you is my seed. A Comanche man does not give up his woman.

I'm not your woman yet. Have you no shame? It's broad daylight. People might see." "They will see you are my woman." "They'll see my drawers, that's what they'll see!" He abandoned his hold on her skirt to run his palm up her back. "No bones. That is good." Loretta's face flamed when she realized he was referring to the whale bones of a corset. A decent man didn't mention such things.

Hunter rolled onto his back, taking her with him. He loved the feel of her slender length pressed against him. Running his hands into her hair, he held her face inches above his own so he could search her eyes. It pleased him to see compassion and pity shining there. She was as golden within as she was without.

Why would you bother lying?" Her eyes darkened. "What would you gain?" "Your ruffles?" He watched her face and knew the moment when she realized he was teasing her. "You said I could steal them, yes?" "As I recall, we decided you should take them when I wasn't in them.

She is my woman. She stays in my lodge.

Home was where Hunter was, anywhere he was.

You will learn not to fight me, Yellow Hair. It is a promise I make for you.

Tears sprang to Hunter's eyes when she reached up to hug his neck, clinging to him even though he was the one hurting her. He had asked her to trust him this one last time. And she had.

This small woman filled the empty places inside him, made him feel whole again.

He wasn't sure when it had happened or how, but the small woman beside him was no longer his captive; he had become hers.

I won't marry you!" she cried frantically. He threw her a look charged with martial arrogance. "You will be my wife, little one. My way or yours, in the end, it will be so.

He had once told Loretta that he would be as nothing without his people, and that was true. He would be giving up all that he was to be with her. Yet how could he live without her? The prophecy had come to pass. Without her, he had no tomorrows. How could a man live without them?

When everyone had been dispatched, he turned to Loretta, one dark eyebrow cocked, his indigo eyes twinkling with laughter. "One wife and only one wife, forever with no horizon?" Loretta's gaze chased off, and her cheeks went scarlet. Clasping her hands behind her, she rocked back on her heels, then forward onto her toes, pursing her lips. "I told you, Hunter, I refuse to play second fiddle.

You do not like me too good. This is a sad thing, eh?" With a sweep of his hand, he indicated the world around them. "The sky is up, the earth is down. The sun shows its face, only to be chased away by Mother Moon. These things are for always, eh? Just as you are my woman. The song was sung long ago, and the song must come to pass. You must accept, Blue Eyes.

Looking skyward, he searched for Loretta's Great One, the Almighty Father to whom she gave thanks for her food. At first he had been disgruntled by her prayers. Her God didn't bring her the food; her husband did.

Can I ask something?" Hunter's mouth lifted at one corner. "If I say no, you will be silent?" "Are you saying I talk too much?