Quotes About Emotion

I'm not going to sleep with someone I don't know because I'm lonely." He laughed softly, low and amused. "Is that what you think? That you would be sleeping with me because you are lonely?" His hand was at her throat again, stroking, caressing, heating her blood. "This is why you will make love with me. This." His mouth fastened on hers.

Deep inside where he was hard and cold and carved of stone, he felt a curious shifting, melting, a softening he couldn't explain, and it scared the hell out of him.

Vittorio Ferraro was the most extraordinary man she'd ever meet and she would forever regret being a coward if she didn't give what had been growling between them a chance.

There it was. His woman. Laying it out for him. Giving him truth and making him feel like he was the luckiest man on earth.

Ashe's entire face lit up when she laughed. That laughter did something to his insides, turning him to mush, so he thought some of the ice that had frozen all emotions so many years earlier had melted and allowed her deeper.

You make me feel alive, Grace. Every cell in my body wakes up around you. My heart. Who knew it was even possible?

Someone to care about him. Someone to be his center. Someone to make him feel alive and passionate about living.

How could she not answer him more fully when he was looking at her so directly? When the deep, commanding way he said her name made her feel that if she didn't tell him the truth, he would be disappointed.

Your shadow touches mine and I know all I need to know about you. I know you have that same knowledge when they touch. -Giovanni to Sasha.

Desire tightened his thigh muscles, drew up his balls and danced in his belly. He held her head

A part of her was thrilled. The same part was terrified. Already it felt too much like ownership. As if he had already branded her in her bones. In her soul.

Lazar didn't beat loyalty into me, Mitya said. He taught me how to hate. He taught my leopard how to hate. How to feel that terrible burning need for vengeance.

Ricco went absolutely still. The pitch was low and sweet. That tone pushed into his chest, right into his center, as if it were a key unlocking something tight and hard in him. He moved his hand over his heart as an unknown emotion seized it hard, wrenching, twisting, forcing that lock to open so that his own music could be heard pounding in his ear, beating like a lost drum seeking the right rhythm.

You tend to drive every sane thought from my head." It was an apology as he lifted her into his arms. His long strides took them through the house to the master bathroom. Raven's eyes warmed, melted, her smile so loving his breath caught in his throat. "You do tend to get a little primitive, Mikhail." He growled at her, lowered his head to hers slowly, fastened his mouth to hers.

Just like the sea she was turbulent and wild, angry and loving. She felt every sensation, but it was only here, with water around her, that she dared let herself feel so strongly, so passionately. ~Rikki

Do you have any idea how much I love you?" he asked softly. Her long lashes fluttered, lifted, so that her violet eyes locked with his. A slow, fascinating smile curved her mouth. "Maybe, just a little.

Two individuals sharing their life together have sex when they choose. It can be slow and gentle or wild and crazy. But it should be an expression of love. And trust me on this, Rikki. I love you. When I'm touching you, I'm loving you." - Levi to Rikki

When you're up on that stage and you're working the audience, all I can think about is slamming you against the wall and burying myself in you over and over, so deep they'll never get us apart.

Thank you, little red hair. You made me feel alive again. "You are alive, Jacques," she reassured him, smoothing back his hair. "Disrespectful but definitely alive.

She turned back to him slowly, those eyes of hers meeting his until he felt the impact all the way through his body, as if she'd shot an arrow and it was lodged in the vicinity of his heart. He had to resist putting his hand over his chest and pressing hard.

She was melting the ice everyone said flowed in his veins.

I vowed if I found my lifemate, I would not do as Mikhail and bow to her wishes. Yet now, I cannot stand to see sorrow in Alexandria's eyes. I feel sick when she is hurt or upset with me. A grin spread across Stefan's face. You're in love, my old friend, and that is the downfall of all good men.

Then she became aware of a deep sadness in Emmanuelle and she found herself growing protective of Taviano's sister for no reason she really understood other than she seemed very sad at times.

He poured his feelings into the kiss, fire and ice, love and regret, joy and bitterness. Everything he had to give her.