#lover

I feel love is like a cigarette –you know it is not good for you but by the time you realize, you are so addicted to it that you can't leave it. ↗

— Shreya Gupta

#lovers #love

...and I laugh and I spin and dance and frolic in ecstasy and I... I hurt no more, while you...you petrified little man, are left to wonder if it's you I speak of. ↗

— Kellie Elmore

#goodbye #leaving #love #love-quotes #lovers

His passion she had expected, even his expertise, for a man of his years would not have been without women. She had even, in the long days of yearning, suspected his tenderness, which led him now to kiss her temples and the inner crook of her elbow with the same attention he gave to her lips and breasts. What she had not anticipated was that he would be vulnerable as well. ↗

— Ruth Wind

#lovemaking #lovers #passion #romance #sex

Take off your coat." "Excuse me?" "Take it off." "No." "I want it off." "Then I suggest you hold your breath. Won't affect me in the slightest, but at least the suffocation will help pass the time for you. [Vishous to Jane] ↗

— J.R. Ward

#j-r-ward #jane #lover-unbound #vishous #help

Love Rocks The De La Cruz's World ↗

— P.T. Macias

#erotic #exciting #fun #hot #love

She had been hesitant the first night, right before she had launched into him like a wild animal. The imprint of her violence had lasted on him well until the morning and while he had been hurt, he had loved the fact that she was into him, that she lusted after him fanatically, that she scratched him, wept on him, bit him and he was grateful that she let him see her like that: unhinged, throbbing and warm-skinned. She was powerful and thus ironically all the more defenceless in surrender. At times he felt as though she truly hated him, hated him for making her feel like this, for having to condescend herself just by wanting him. He felt as though she was warning him constantly through her seething, hurtling silence; to not let her down after she had disclosed so much of her soul to him. Her insecurities, her memories, her fetishes, her scent, her limbs; they had all been laid-bare in front of him and as he lay there next to the girl whose chest heaved and fell like the meter of a ghazal, he fell in love with that girl and her bundle of contradictions.’ ('Left from Dhakeshwari') ↗

— Kunal Sen

#lovers #love

I remember being in the mood for love at the slightest provocation- your nubile body feeling undeniably illicit, under mine, rhyming, heaving, breathing together, each other, squirrel hands, down and across and stolen kisses, on and not on the lips. Then leaving scorching beds the color of the red desert sun and strawberry flavored. Your mysterious skin, salt lips: touching, each other. My libido, your mascara- getting all messed up in those rains, realizing for the first time that lust gnaws had no language, race, religion or brotherhood.’ ('Left from Dhakeshwari') ↗

— Kunal Sen

#love

You don’t want to love—your eternal and abnormal craving is to be loved. You aren’t positive, you’re negative. You absorb, absorb, as if you must fill yourself up with love, because you’ve got a shortage somewhere ↗

— Sons and Lovers by D. H. Lawrence

#love #sons-and-lovers #love

I'd lost myself in the abyss of someone else's tyranny...again. ↗

— Cassandra Giovanni

#abusive-relationships #bullying #love #romance #star-crossed-lovers

I didn’t even have a name for her, shade or human, but I didn’t need one to know her. (Eric) ↗

— Shannon A. Thompson

#fiction #identity #love #lovers #naming