Best 151 of Passionate love quotes - MyQuotes

By Anonym 17 Sep

Seema Gupta

Love is An invited deal for losing peace

By Anonym 20 Sep

Christina Dodd

You must think I'm... unchaste." He didn't laugh at her, or even look amused. "No, I think you're lonely." "What?" Lonely? "I'm not lonely." She had her duties. She had her relatives. She lived a productive life. "You kiss like a woman who stands on the outside, always peering in the window of life and wishing she were there, yet never having the guts to demand entrance." "That's not true." Curse him, it was exactly true. He paid her no heed. "Those days are over. Whatever you're afraid of, you should be more afraid of me." He didn't have to insist. She was. His brows were lowered, his jaw firm, his eyes flinty. "Listen to me. From now on, you're going to be at my side every minute. No matter what happens, no matter how objectionable the events, no matter how unhappy you make yourself, at the end of the day you're going to go home with me. And at night... I'll show you all the wonders of desire. Our nights will be passionate and grand beyond your wildest dreams, and I'll take you to the edge of passion again and again. You'll squirm beneath me and atop of me, you'll touch every inch of my skin, you'll live for my kisses. Until one day you'll wake up and all you can think of is me. Of the pleasure I bring you. Of how it feels when I'm inside you. All the sorrow will fall away, and you'll be mine forever.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Elizabeth Hoyt

His nostrils flared just a little bit, and the lines bracketing his mouth grew deeper. He snarled with his beautiful, twisted lips and she thought, half on the edge of falling again, she thought he looked like a demon making love to her. A demon fighting for his life or light or possibly redemption.

By Anonym 17 Sep

Seema Gupta

Love is where unseen and unsaid things merge with each other where silence is thirsty of happenings

By Anonym 18 Sep

Elizabeth Hoyt

She moaned, long and low, wanting to arch, to thrash, to scream. Instead she opened her mouth and bit his shoulder, tasting salt. Tasting want. Then she gasped. "Please." "What do you want?" he whispered in her ear, an incubus, dark and alive and in her. "Tell me. What do you need?" "I..." Her mouth opened, wordless. "Tell me," his smoky voice curled around her. "You." He chuckled, dark and low.

By Anonym 17 Sep

Seema Gupta

Love is when Looking at a glance at you I found laughter in my eyes, Thoughts turns into jewels Where luster of your aura dwells

By Anonym 15 Sep

Wheston Chancellor Grove

Anything could happen here and who would know? It was a new place to me, but timeless in its own right. Regn had never stood here. All these years since and we'd been so close to 'this' obscurity. Its hidden proximity is what disquieted.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Curtis Tyrone Jones

There's treachery in her hips, rebellion in her heart & magic in her mind.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Lisa Kleypas

After a while McKenna rested on his side to watch her. He seemed to have regained control over himself, though his eyes were still bright with unspoken passion. Aline shook her head with a wistful smile. "No one will ever look at me the way you do. As if you love me with every part of yourself." Slowly he reached out and tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. "That's how you look at me too.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Wheston Chancellor Grove

Above all her voice moved him. He had not known that an accent seduced his emotions. But he’d always been drawn to those with an accent. Be it woman or man. It sounded nicer. A lavender husk. More proper, elegant. American English was clumsy, clipped, flat. No lilt, nothing guttural, boring, unpleasant. He had no exotic fetishes. His attuned ear seemed to be remembering voices from another life, another time. He could never escape the sense that he’d lost a life dear to him and that life was lived in another language.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Lebo Grand

Commitment isn't scary; wasting years of my life with someone who isn't in touch with their own sensuality is.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Lailah Gifty Akita

Passion lights the fire in every soul.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Lebo Grand

Find someone who will love your sensuality more than your body.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Lebo Grand

I’d rather discover my sensuality before I find love because it is through understanding my own sensuality that I can learn how to love someone else with the same authenticity and immeasurable depth as I love myself.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Amy Sandas

It amazes me that you can read those torrid novels yet still take issue with a few crude words." Lily blushed. Portia was the only person in the world who knew of her secret obsession with the kind of novels no pure, innocent young lady should ever get her hands on. She lowered her gaze even as she defended her private little hobby. "Any... explicit language in my novels is set in a grander context, not simply blurted out for shock and effect. If you would deign to read one, you might understand that." "No, thank you. I prefer to live my adventures out here in the real world rather than between the pages of a book you can only read beneath the privacy of your bedcovers." So would I, Lily thought ruefully.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Abhijit Naskar

Sexual intimacy is not the destination, it is the path - the path that leads to mental union.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Rose Wynters

This life has no meaning to me now. Do not grieve for me, my dear. Up until the moment I lost her, I had a wonderful life. These moments now are the ones that are hard. I’m eager to depart this world and rejoin her in the next. Then, and only then, will I finally be at peace.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Airicka Phoenix

The fiery tickle of outrage burned up her throat. “How the hell would you know that when you never gave me a chance?” Something dark and scorching flickered behind his eyes. “Because no other girl has ever made me want to forget all my own rules for them.

By Anonym 16 Sep

C. P. Cavafy

He came to read; two or three books are lying open: history and poetry. But after just ten minutes of reading he lets them drop. There on the sofa he falls asleep. He truly is devoted to reading- but he is twenty-three years old, and very handsome. And just this afternoon, Eros surged within his perfect limbs and on his lips. Into his beautiful flesh came the heat of passion, and there was no foolish embarrassment about the form that pleasure took..

By Anonym 16 Sep

Amy Sandas

If I took you as my own, one night would not be nearly enough." Her gray eyes darkened, and her voice was a thick murmur. "Then take more." There was no hesitation in her reply, no coy flirtation. The words were a perfect blend of plea and command. Just as her manner was equal parts vulnerability and strength, courage and beauty. Avenell's chest tightened with a feeling he could not identify. He could do nothing beyond acknowledging it was something more than lust and so much more than the desire to possess. He was helpless to resist the sensation as it traveled through his bloodstream, leaving him in a state of heightened anticipation.

By Anonym 19 Sep

John Shelton Jones

Ultimately, a woman’s nature loves the desire to be desired, a passionate and uncontrollable desire. Sometimes it comes with a sacrifice or greater investment than usual.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Fiona Thrust

I’d love to be tried out,’ I said, with a suggestive smile. ‘One should always explore something, before one goes in deeper.’ I saw a little flicker of fun in his eyes.

By Anonym 17 Sep

Seema Gupta

My Love tears me between the addiction of patience and urge of infinite desire

By Anonym 16 Sep

Fiona Thrust

He was the kind of man I wanted: wild, hot, horny, and losing control. And it all pointed back to me, about how much I felt in control of him, with the power of my body. I felt so in control of him; it was dizzying, and intoxicating.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Fiona Thrust

Excuse me,’ I said cheerily. ‘Is the job still going?’ I pointed to the notice. ‘Of course,’ he said, looking back at me with a warm smile. I think he was as hopeful as I was about where this could lead to. ‘We need all the hands we can get.’ I looked at the tight swell of his shirt against his chest, and thought, 'Mmm, yes, I can imagine my hands getting your fucking clothes off right now.

By Anonym 17 Sep

Seema Gupta

Love is breathing each other with all madness

By Anonym 18 Sep

Curtis Tyrone Jones

She's like a tulip that's still gorgeous even though she just can't open up.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Fiona Thrust

He closed the door behind us, and led me through to the back of the shop. ‘If you don’t mind, you can get changed in the stock cupboard,’ he said. ‘We’re not posh enough here to have staff changing rooms, but you’ll soon get used to it.’ ‘Oh, don’t worry, Chris,’ I said warmly. ‘I’m used to getting my clothes off in unusual places.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Curtis Tyrone Jones

She goes down like the sunset & brings the sweetest night creatures howling out of me.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Ljupka Cvetanova

I think of you, therefore I exist.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Avijeet Das

Enraptured by the words that I craft in my sentences, she loses herself unknowingly and surrenders herself to my poetry!

By Anonym 18 Sep

Lebo Grand

Sensuality is what’s going to help you keep up with the chase of your partner's constantly evolving nature.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Seema Gupta

I was in love when I felt your soul speaks in my Body

By Anonym 17 Sep

Lailah Gifty Akita

My quest and passionate curiosity are the basis for my love for scientific adventure.

By Anonym 20 Sep

Avijeet Das

While outside the window, the raindrops pitter pattered on leaves that shivered and sparkled, inside we made love for the first time!

By Anonym 15 Sep

Jacqueline Simon Gunn

All I wanted was to merge with the same person who had broken me, thinking that he was the only one who could fill in all the little crevices making me feel whole again.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Fiona Thrust

I was hot and horny as hell. Which was typical of me. I’m twenty-five, and I’m healthy, and a healthy girl is always thinking about sex.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Fiona Thrust

I want you to fuck me, Chris,’ I said, lustfully whispering the words into his ear as he planted kisses on my neck. His lips were wild and yearning, eagerly devouring me.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Fiona Thrust

He handed the dust pan and brush over. I knew they wouldn’t be much use in cleaning the floor. I also knew the real reason he had given them to me: so he could look furtively at me, as I bent over. That idea turned me on. I welcomed it, and decided to give him a good look at what he wanted.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Lebo Grand

A sensual lifestyle makes most sense for my daily happiness.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Rob Liano

If you want to find your passion, follow your daydreams.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Muhammad Imran Hasan

I'm Tiny And My Reach Is Limited. I Can Give YOU Only What I Have And Surely When I Give, I Don't Keep Anything For Me. To YOU, It's Nothing Probably As YOU've Got Everything. My Everything Would Be Unnoticed. It Seems Like "A Rain Drop To The Ocean".... (From The Romantic Story "Reflection of The Rainbow")....

By Anonym 16 Sep

Luffina Lourduraj

Don't look into my eyes for more than a second; And then blame me for making you fall.

By Anonym 20 Sep

Avijeet Das

You are the completeness of my incompleteness.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Sarah Maclean

Turn." It took her a moment to realize what he meant. He wanted her to spin into the bandages, instead of standing still and allowing him to wrap her. She did so, slowly, understanding almost immediately the seductive nature of the situation. Something about the movement, about his dark blue eyes on her as she spun, made her feel like a temptress- his Salome. He did not touch her as she turned, dancing only for him; instead, he allowed her to choose the speed and the strength of the fabric, she spun right into his arms. Holding her gaze, Ralston tucked the end of the linen into the bindings before he took her face in one hand and tilted it up for another kiss. This one was soft and sweet, his lips brushing gently across hers in an excruciatingly slow caress, leaving her heart pounding and her mind reeling. With his other hand, he stroked one flattened breast gently, teasing the protected skin until she wanted to tear off the bindings again. He broke off the kiss and leaned down, setting his lips to the edge of the linen, softly laving the sensitive skin straining above the bindings. "Poor, lovely darlings," he murmured, worshipping her with hands and mouth, raising her temperature and sending another wave of passion pooling deep within her.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Crystal King

She moved closer to me. I put my arm around her, marveling at the smoothness of her skin. "Thrasius..." "Passia?" She paused, and I realized that she was gathering her courage to speak. "That night, in your cubiculum, I..." I took her hands and held them together between my own. "It's all right, Passia. You don't have to say anything." "You surprised me," she blurted out. "I surprised myself. It took everything I had not to keep you there with me." She leaned forward until our faces were close. "I know." There was nothing to do but kiss her, with all the passion I had harbored from the moment when she first appeared in the kitchen on the day of my arrival. Her lips were soft, and sweet like fresh Iberian honey. I ran my hands along her back and up into the tangle of her hair. My thumbs stroked the flesh of her neck and cheeks, and when they pulled away, her lips. We fell into the sand, twining together our summer-tanned limbs. Our hands roamed up and down the length of each other, slowly removing each article of clothing. I delighted in feeling the way the measure of my passion made my skin tingle with desire from head to toe. "Apicius always says you are the answer to his prayers. I think he is wrong. I think you are the answer to mine," she whispered in my ear before I entered her and we both cried aloud. The sound was washed away by the crash of waves beyond us.

By Anonym 17 Sep

Avijeet Das

Losing myself from this world, I found myself in your eyes. And then I started living my life anew...

By Anonym 18 Sep

Seema Gupta

Revealing of origin , evidence the existence of hidden pearls in mind which is addicted to imagine and thought as well.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Curtis Tyrone Jones

i find you in every echo, i find you in every dream, i find you in every feeling in the depths of my inner being.

By Anonym 20 Sep

Fiona Thrust

You know, there’s no pleasure like the joy of being a sexual woman. You can take your careers, your money, your houses and possessions, and you go and throw them in a lake. Because life is really all about sex. That’s what I keep learning, again and again. It’s the most important thing, woven into the very centre of life. And I just know I was put on this earth to be a sexual woman, and to explore as much about sex as I can.