#erotic

Eroticism has its own moral justification because it says that pleasure is enough for me; it is a statement of the individual's sovereignty. ↗

— Mario Vargas Llosa

#enough #eroticism #individual #justification #me

The only man I’ve ever been attracted to, and he comes with a bloody contract, a flogger, and a whole world of issues. ↗

— E.L. James

#erotica

Oh, do you understand what I mean? Have you ever felt that about the Moon? Have you ever ached with the sheer beauty of it? ↗

— James Lusarde

#mystery #wonder #yearning #beauty

... I had been brought to boil twice with no pasta. ↗

— Vanessa Estrella

#humor #beauty

It'd be a shame for that beautiful naked body to go to waste," he murmured as he walked over to me and dropped his boxers. ↗

— Emma Nichols

#beauty

There's a danger and a beauty to the moment which seems out of time. It pierces something deep inside of him, bypassing his rationale, and it touches his very core. In a sudden shock of illumination, and of knowing, he recognizes this woman is his destiny, and their fates are intertwined. ↗

— Scarlett Amaris

#erotica-romance #esoterica #horror #supernatural #beauty

The only sound is the audible record of her thrusts as she becomes wetter. Her beautiful voice echoing in his head, they share the sounds of their amorous flesh moving in unbridled rhythm. ↗

— M.R. Gott

#horror #beauty

Shy, all those things you listed don’t make a person. They don’t. I mean it. You’re beautiful, both inside and outside, but please don’t look at me to validate that. You have to know it for yourself. -Taylor Holden, Strapped. ↗

— Nina G. Jones

#erotica #mystery-suspense #nina-g-jones #preview #quote

I kicked off my shoes and pulled his hand away from the wheel so I could straddle his lap and hold him. His grip on me was excruciatingly tight, but I didn't complain. We were on an insanely busy street, with endless cars rumbling past on one side and a crush of pedestrians on the other, but neither of us cared. He was shaking violently, as if he were sobbing uncontrollably, but he made no sound and shed no tears. The sky cried for him, the rain coming down hard and angry, steaming off the ground. ↗

— Sylvia Day

#erotica-romance #eva-tramell #gideon-cross #romance-novels #business

Later, he would ask later who Attila was. Now he only wanted Belial's kiss. His heat. His passion. A quick gallop. Frenzied eternity. Insanity multiplied. A perfect, mind-numbing, bone-shattering small death. He wanted it all. Now. Now. Now. ↗

— Ciaran Dwynvil

#fantasy #gay #paranormal #death