I want to love every piece of you. I want to be inside you. I want our bodies together, to make the two of us into one. I want it all, and I want it...

Night had fallen, and Diane admired the deep sky behind Steve’s calm countenance. They looked into each other’s eyes again and felt the spark and excitement of discovery. As if to celebrate the perfect, life-enabling...

I want to undress you, touch you, kiss you, taste you. And then I want you to taste yourself on my mouth.” He kissed her again, hot and strong and long. One hand crept to...

Then you are doubly fortunate, to have it find you twice.” Parker smiled again, his eyes eerily piercing into mine. Parker and Danielle

Touching his cock was like eating chips; I couldn’t stop after just one.

They spoil every romance by trying to make it last for ever. It is a meaningless word, too. The only difference between a caprice and a lifelong passion is that the caprice lasts a little...

We do not know whether I am making love to you or you are making love to me. The experience is so completely mutual. It feels awesome. I wish it could last forever.

Love flows like flowers, and grows like water. I’m so thirsty for romance I could drink a dozen roses.

Where does one run to escape from feelings?

A love letter lost in the mail, forgotten, miss delivered and then discovered years later and received by the intended is romantic. A love letter ending up in someone’s spam filter is just annoying.

Check my riddle, and I’ll let you play my fiddle.

And empty words are evil.

Sometimes this was much harder than trying to get an alligator in a suitcase.

The mind of man can only teach what he has learned from others. It is how you use that knowledge that will decide who you are.

You know that when I hate you, it is because I love you to a point of passion that unhinges my soul.

Beauty needs a witness.

Amy, listen to me. What I do. The choices I make. They’re mine. Only mine. The consequences of those decisions—mine.”Mine,” he repeated when she sighed heavily. “No one else’s.”Silence. Only the warm wetness of her...

The embrace at the airport and stolen glances of Poe wasn’t enough for him. Oliver needed to be closer to her again–emotionally and physically. His stomach clenched. Why couldn’t Poe be his?

She’d kicked Klein’s ass and still had enough moxie to tag him, and enough physical strength to get herself out of a window ten feet up on the wall.He really should marry her.

You keep runnin that mouth and I’m goin to take you back there and screw you.

He had an overwhelming urge to take possession of her lips, silencing any mention of another man’s name.

Who did she know in Raleigh who took the time off to fix a house? Or read Whitman or Eliot, finding images in the mind, thoughts of the spirit? Or hunted dawn from the bow...

Abraham Lincoln wrote a poem about me once. You might know it as the Gettysburg Address. Men with beards are romantic.

I’m a terrible prince. I should put my kingdom first and everything else second, but your first. I want you by my side every second, but I know I would crumble if I lost you.

—¡La madre que lo parió! —masculló, pero como estaba decidido a pillarlo por sorpresa, optó por imitar su tono alegre—. Ven, Tiburón, ven, cabroncete. Aquí, chico, ven, engendro del demonio…

Cuando me la hubo puesto, sus manos tibias envolvieron mi cuello y acercó mi cara a la suya. Cerré mis ojos para sentir que nuestras narices se tocaron acariciándose y gentilmente, con suavidad nuestros labios...

When I make love to you,’ he said in a low whisper right by my ear, ‘I want to be able to give you one hundred percent of my attention. Right now, with the Unit...

When I met a truly beautiful girl, I would tell her that if she spent the night with me, I would write a novel or a story about her. This usually worked; and if her...

After all, she knows how painful it can be not to follow your heart and she knows about the obstacles and about loyalty and duty and about the countless kinds of love. If only Eve...

You may marry Miss Grey for her fifteen pounds but you will always be my Willoughby. My nightmare. My sorrow. My past. My mistake. My regret. My love.

Never surrender to you’re passions. Dream and live to excess.

Her voice faltered to a stop. Fear and confusion clutched at her throat like some terrible beast, and suddenly she was finding it difficult to breathe.

The scent of him was subtle, beautifully fresh, and she couldn’t think clearly. No man had ever brought out these intense feelings in her. Chris Augustine was dangerous and she could get lost in his...

Know what you want & what you offer to the one you wish for. Attract what you desire by understanding yourself better than you have ever done so before.

devemos encarar o fim dum relacionamento como uma consequência da necessidade de encontrar equilíbrio no nosso sistema de vida

Star-crossed lovers desperate to get home together. Two hearts beating as one. Romance.

a foreign affair juxtaposed with a statesideand domestically approved romantic fancy is mysteriously attractive due to circumstances knowing it will only be parlayed into a memory

In that one moment, I wrapped a thousand others. A lifetime of joy, sorrow, laughter, frowns, smiles, tears… life!

Any time not spent on love is wasted.

Love one another gently.

And no one, no one should know what passes between husband and wife if they love one another. And whatever quarrels there may be between them they ought not to call in their own mother...

I want you in my bed. Underneath me, on top of me, bent over…fuck, we’re going to invent new ways for me to have you. ~Vince

He wants her to want him with the same intensity. She looks upon him with lusts draw and whispers, “Take me, I am yours.

All your doing is keeping wayward teenage punks off the street. You should leave the real investigative work to us big girls with the pens and paper.

That’s a paradox I’ve noticed, too: The news business held little romance for me, yet writing about it somehow stirred my affections.

So, what’s this mean exactly?” he asked.”You finally come around, and now you’re going to just end things because of her?””Kissing you isn’t exactly ‘coming around.'”He gave me a long, level look. “There was a...

Dan habis ini, gue harap lo bakal lebih wise dan nyari seseorang yang bersedia tinggal di sisi lo – not just for weekend, but for the whole days in the week.

You need to wear less clothing, lass.

Everything about the man spoke of virility–his quick reaction, his calm control now that danger had passed. And she’d never seen a man wield a gun in real life–it was kind of a turn-on to...

The blank sheet stares up at me, its emptiness like a slap. Those were the last words Ginny ever wrote before she and her family were murdered.