“What filled her wasn't desire, but tenderness, and a profund gratitude that he lived, and she did, too. That he had found… — Laini Taylor Copy Share Image
“He’s been protecting this intense, precious bond we share that is more than desire, more than tenderness, more than adoration, more than… — Nina Lane Copy Share Image
For this was the round of love: fear which leads on desire, tenderness and fury, and that brutal anguish which triumphantly follows… — Francoise Sagan Copy Share Image
“We should go back inside," she said, in a half whisper. She did not want to go back inside. She wanted to… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“You’re still holding my arm.” “I know.” So this was it, she thought, and struggled to keep her voice. “Should I ask… — Nora Roberts Copy Share Image
