Quote by James Joyce

“His lips were parted, lids heavy. This moment might not be about him and me, about two bodies unified in pleasure or anything profound,…

— Cara McKenna

“He kissed me at the base of my neck. His lips were full and soft, more than lips; they were the physical manifestation of…

— C.D. Reiss

“A spark of fiery hunger shot through her as he took over, completely dominating the kiss, his tongue invading her mouth. His hand slid…

— Katie Reus

“And there I am, my body shrinking away from his hungry grasp. The photo reflects just how threatened I grew to be by my…

— Amy Irvine

“He wanted to feel her mouth, to taste every sloping curve and smooth indention, every inch of him melting until he was weightless enough…

— Laekan Zea Kemp

“I wanted to taste him without thinking, feel him without seeing, and enjoy the sensation of my body turning inside out with a fierce…

— Santino Hassell

“Some kinds of hunger were sweet in themselves, the anticipation of satisfaction as keen a pleasure as the slaking.”

— Diana Gabaldon

“He’d desperately wanted a boyfriend to lavish with affection and attention. He’d longed to know what it felt like, smelled like, tasted like to…

— Thorny Sterling

“He was strong and warm and male and his mouth moved gently against hers, his kiss provocative and soothing at the same time. Her…

— Sarah Mayberry

“The strength of his hunger for me overpowered my ability to return it in kind. I closed my eyes and reached my hands into…

— Bella Forrest

“I did not want His cold love. I wanted human love—clasping, selfish, and hot. I wanted to smell the rank sweat of the men……

— Jennifer Donnelly

“His grip hurt and he tasted dangerous; there was no other way to describe it. Like fire and sweat and savageness that scared her.…

— Toni Anderson