Quotes About Longing

She was everything. His air. His breath. His heart. Mikhail's mouth found hers in long, drugging kisses, moved to her throat, her breast, found his mark. One taste. Only one. Raven moved in his arms, turned her head to give him better access, her hands entwined in his hair. "I'd better marry you, Mikhail. You need me desperately.

Someday my child will grow right here." "You'd like that, would you? I might get as big as a house." Mikhail kissed her tummy again and then kissed the path to her breasts. "You will have milk for our babies. That is such a miracle, Raven." She heard the ache in his voice. The need. He didn't quite believe they would manage to have children, not when his people had been unable to do so for centuries, but he was willing to dream of it--with her.

I love that when I finally have something, it's you. Your body. Your mind. Your heart. I'm going after that you know. Your heart. I want complete surrender from you. Nothing less will do.

He pulled her into his arms and kissed her like she was his and had been for years. Like he was a man dying and she was his greatest love. He felt like she was. Shylah Cosmos. His only little peony. His delicate flower. Dependable. Long-lived.

The truth was, Sevastyan wanted a woman of his own. A partner. A woman to love. A woman who held the mate for his leopard. That same gift his cousins had. He doubted if that was going to ever happen for him. His father and Mitya's father both had seen to that with their torture and deviant training.

I could love you all night, Raven," he murmured enticingly against her throat. His hands moved over her body, leaving fire in their wake. "I want to love you all night." "Isn't that the point? It's dawn." Her hands had a mind of their own, finding every defined muscle with her fingertips, stroking across his hard male form, seeking her own exploration. "Then I will spend the day making love to you.

I can hear your weariness. Sleep now. You're not to worry about me , she instructed softly. She ached for the touch of his fingers, the sight of him, and that gave him satisfaction. She was already missing him--just as he was missing her.

I would have aged right along with you. When your breath ceased, so would mine." She shook her head. "How can I resist you, Mikhail, when you steal my heart?" His grin turned her heart over, somersaulted her stomach. "You are not supposed to resist me, little one. I am your other half.

Raven woke slowly, in a dense fog, layers and layers of it. Somehow she knew she wasn't supposed to wake, but nevertheless it was imperative she do so. She pried her eyes open and turned her head toward the window. Sunlight was streaming in. She pushed herself into a sitting position, the covers sliding away to expose bare skin. "Mikhail," she whispered aloud, "you take altogether too many liberties.

Are you all right?" he asked gently. "No. I'm never going to be all right again," she said, meaning it. "Jesse, I was looking for normal. I don't think that's what this is. This is obsession, addiction, something crazy. We could kill each other." He rubbed his mouth over her neck. "There's so much more. I could spend days, weeks, showing you more." "I wouldn't survive more," she said

I feel like you woke me up and now I can't live without you.

Go, but hurry back. I'll find out all your secrets while you're gone." Mikhail was hungry, needed to feed. He bent to brush her forehead with his mouth, his heart aching. "Just for one day, little one, I would like to have a normal, happy conversation with you. Court you as I should." She tilted her head to look at him, her blue eyes dark with emotion. "You court me just fine.

to be here in his room waiting for him, it wasn't nearly enough. They

He buried his face in her neck and held her in his arms, absorbing the form the shape of her, the miracle of her. It had been so long since he held her, loved her, taken all that she was and given her everything he was. I missed you. It was a ridiculous declaration. Missed her didn't begin to cover at all how he felt.

He realized that as much as he wanted his Leopard to settle and feel contentment, claiming Ania Dover was really for himself. For him. He needed her. He was already addicted to her smile. To her brightness. But it was the way she brought peace to him that he needed. Once he felt that. He knew he couldn't live without it.

I promised myself I'd wait until you turned twenty-one and that's in a few more weeks. I already know that's too damned far away.

You do not understand the danger you are in. You must get to me. Shea might not fully comprehend, but she could feel his conviction, his fear for her, and she shivered, remembering the strength in the stranger's grasp, his hiss of deadly promise. Don't worry, I'll come right away. Go to sleep now, Jacques. This is draining for you. Shea. There was a moment of silence, of longing. Come back to me. If you believe nothing else I have told you, believe I need you.

I need you right now, Shea. My body is going up in flames, and I hurt like hell. We have to be alone soon or I might die." Her laughter was muffled against his chest. "No one has ever died because they wanted to make love.

She didn't tell him, but his voice alone could seduce her. Having his hand on her was beyond exciting. Exhilarating. She wanted more. She wanted to feel as if she belonged to him.

she was there, pouring need and passion into him. Pouring something else that felt like love. He was so unfamiliar with that emotion, that at first, he wasn't certain what it was that surrounded him and lifted him up. That he chased after. That he craved.

I need to kiss you. I know. I feel it too. Scecsemo, what is it? If you kiss me, there isn't any going back.

Send for Jacques. But go feed before you see him. You made me weak with your lovemaking, and if you'll forgive a little crude Carpathian humor, I'll expect you to bring me home dinner.

The lost soul whose heart reaches out to grasp love While his arms were forced through precedent to hang lifeless Whose very soul cries out to a love that cannot be returned Where can a substitute, a partial relief be found? How can a futureless life go on? Yet, it does. Year after year, the body lives, while the soul dies.

His boredom was like a nostalgia for the whole world. He was homesick for everywhere but here.