P. C. Cast Quotes

I own your pleasure," I whispered into his mouth. "I'll take it if you won't give it to me.

I'll take your breath any way you give it to me, Shura.

I want to fill every part of you, breathe the air from your lungs and leave my handprints on your soul. I want to give you more pleasure than you can bear.

Music is like making love: either all or nothing.

Kisses are a better fate than wisdom.

I'll come and make love to you at five o'clock. If I'm late start without me.

I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he asked me would I yes to say yes my mountain flower and first I put my arms around him yes and drew him down to me so he could feel my breasts all perfume yes and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will Yes.

In love, as in gluttony, pleasure is a matter of the utmost precision.

Most people like a little sex in their novels.

Love is a tyrant sparing none.

I was with this girl the other night and from the way she was responding to my skillful caresses, you would have sworn that she was conscious from the top of her head to the tag on her toes.

I love gross kissing. I think it's the most fun thing to do.

I've always felt that desire. To get a woman to throw back her head in laughter is a hot thing.

She make me beg for it until she give it up

I Love your lips when they're wet with wine and red with wicked desire.

Though the passion still flutters and flickers, it never got into our knickers.

The giving and receiving of pleasure is a need and an ecstasy.

She was everything he'd ever wanted, beauty and fire arching against his despoiling hands.

Slowly his resistance ebbed. She felt the change in his body, the relaxing of tension, his shoulders curving around her as if he could draw her into himself. Murmuring her name, he brought her hand to his face and nuzzled ardently into her palm, his lips brushing the warm circlet of her gold wedding band. “My love is upon you,” he whispered…and she knew then that she had won.

Love, that is day and night - love, that is sun and moon and stars, Love, that is crimson, sumptuous, sick with perfume, no other words but words of love, no other thought but love.

Beautiful Hannah. If you were mine, I'd lay you on silk sheets and wrap you up in ropes of pearls, and feed you honey from a silver spoon. Of course, you wouldn't be able to make all your high-minded judgments if you were a fallen woman...but you wouldn't care. Because I would pleasure you, Hannah, every night, all night, until you forgot your own name. Until you were willing to do things that would shock you in the light of day. I would debauch you from your head down to your innocent little toes-" "Oh, I despise you.

And I mean to hear ye groan like that again. And to moan and sob, even though you dinna wish to, for ye canna help it. I mean to make you sigh as though your heart would break, and scream with the wanting, and at last to cry out in my arms, and I shall know that I've served ye well.

A lover's soul lives in the body of his mistress.

Kev wasn't certain if he was surrendering to Win or to his own passion for her. Only that there was no more holding back. He would take her. And he would give her everything he had, every part of his soul, even the broken pieces.

Romance isn't in my repertoire, Eva. But a thousand ways to make you come are. Let me show you.