Quotes About Longing

I came because as soon as we figured out where you might be, nothing would've kept me from finding you. Nothing.

Goddamn you. How can you still make me feel this way after all these years? Damn you for leaving me! And damn you for coming back like this, just when I thought you were gone forever and I might finally be able to forget you.

Leaving you was the last thing I ever wanted to do." He scowled, his grip holding her tighter, moving her farther into the heated wall of his body. "It was the hardest goddamn thing I've ever done. Ever, Claire.

Looking for me, Angel?

I don't know what I want … other than more of this. More of you." Brock lifted her beautiful face on the edge of his hand. "Take all you want.

I've never wanted anyone the way I want you, Asher." His mouth curved into a sinful smile. "Good.

My brave, beautiful Chiara," he muttered. "God help you if you want me as much as I want you.

What more do you want, Sia?" "I want you. Don't you see that?" Her cheek was warm where she pressed it against him. "Don't let me walk away like this. I want to feel your arms around me again. I need it, Trygg.

I wasn't expecting you either. I wasn't looking to feel something like this. But then you look at me like you are right now…you take my hand, or you pull me down beneath you, and I think maybe I've been waiting for you – looking for you, for this, for us - all my life.

I need you, Nick." I stare up into his haunted eyes. "Don't you know? That's where all of my wants and needs begin and end…with you.

Do I love you? Yeah, God help you, but I do.

This need is something different. It's something deeper. Something she's not ready for. Maybe neither of us are ready to give in to what we both want from each other.

She licked again, taking her time,even though she didn't need to; her first stroke numbed the bite site. No, this second taste was for her, not him, and there was no lying about that. "I'm starting to feel like a Tootsie Pop, here" he rasped. She couldn't contain a smile. " Yes... how did that old commercial go?" She licked him. "One." She licked him again, and he moaned. "Two." She licked him once more, and his hips came off the bed, "Three.

And your skin, it tastes like me. I want to taste you everywhere.

They wanted it because they've got some sort of darkness in them. And maybe because they like pain. Because pain turns them on. Well, maybe it turns me on, too," she said quietly. "In fact, I know it does, because loving you hurts. And yet, I still come back for more.

Let's be clear on this, he growled. You have no idea how badly I want to be inside you. Standing up, lying down, taking you from behind. All of it. Right now. Not being able to do any of that is killing me. Literally. But strangely enough, I like just being with you. Touching you however I can, whenever I can. So no. The virginity thing is not what will keep us apart. ~Wraith

Was he actually looking forward to seeing Cara again? The goofy way his lips were curved into a smile said yes, and horror of horrors, he realized he was experiencing some sort of crush. He needed to kill something.

I'm so jealous," she whispered, and he blinked. "Of what?" Her head fell back on the pillow, and she stared up at the ceiling with the saddest eyes he'd ever seen. "You're so alive, Lore. There's fire in you. A will to live, when all I want is to be done with this life.

Yenrieth wanted to lick her dry. Then lick her wet.

Shit," he rasped. "Too much. This is too much." Too much what? It wasn't enough , as far as she was concerned. "I like touching you." "No one ever touches me." He took a deep, shuddering breath that somehow sounded...pained, and not in a good way. "Nothing but the wind and rain ever does.

I want you, Cat. I want you more than I've wanted anything since I fell.

It had been centuries since he'd last succumbed to the kinds of feelings that usually signalled an impending catastrophic bout of self-destructiveness. He either wanted to kill something, or he wanted to fuck something...and the latter something was Cat.

I'm on the very edge right now." His voice throbbed with raw lust. "I want you under me. I want to claim you, get myself all over you. And as much as I'd love to mount you right here in public, right now—and I think in my past, I would have—I never want anyone to see you like that but me.

the girl somewhere, who reads you, whose skin has memorized your life. Nothing stops her fingers; they swim with you at night.