#romance

And infatuated be damned. He was near to being blinded by his attraction to her. He was in love, damn it all. He disliked her, he resented her, he disapproved of almost everything about her, yet he was head over ears in love with her, like a foolish schoolboy. He wondered grimly what he was going to do about it. He was not amused. Or in any way pleased. ↗

— Mary Balogh

#love-hate-relationship #romance #love

We had so much to say to each other, like we’d been quiet our whole lives until we met. It was as if I had underestimated how hungry I was for a companion, how much I needed to be understood, to be pursued, to be seen and to be reflected in someone’s eyes. ↗

— Kimberly Novosel

#first-love #love #pursued #romance #understood

Is there anything sweeter than the touch of another as she pulls a dead bug from your fur? ↗

— Katherine Applegate

#romance #love

Why are you looking at me? His eyes search mine for several long seconds before he holds contact and whispers, " Because I like your face. ↗

— Mia Sheridan

#love

Is it love to worship a saint in heaven, whom you dare not touch, who hovers above you like a cloud, which floats away from you even as you gaze? To love is to feel one being in the world at one with us, our equal in sin as well as in virtue. To love, for us men, is to clasp one woman with our arms, feeling that she lives and breathes just as we do, suffers as we do, thinks with us, loves with us, and, above all, sins with us. Your mock saint who stands in a niche is not a woman if she have not suffered, still less a woman if she have not sinned. Fall at the feet of your idol an you wish, but drag her down to your level after that- the only level she should ever reach, that of your heart. ↗

— Emmuska Orczy

#love #romance #equality

I've tried that love thing for the last time. My heart says no, no! Nobody's supposed to be here, but you came along and changed my mind ↗

— Debra Cox

#couples #love #romance #song #change

Death was a leech; no matter which side of the spectrum you were on, either dead or alive, it fed. It either acquired your soul or devoured all your joyful emotions. ↗

— Laura Kreitzer

#angels #fantasy #fiction #kreitzer #paranormal-romance

We fell into each other’s arms and kissed like we were coming up for air after being underwater for days. The melding of our mouths was sweeter than oxygen. We took huge, deep gulps of each other as we struggled with worldly constraints like clothing and gravity, seeking to transcend it all in our coming together. ↗

— Emme Rollins

#erotica-romance #eroticism #kisses #kissing #new-adult

We were a galaxy exploding into a million pieces, creating a whole new world, as we crashed against each other on the soft surface of his mattress, a cloud in the darkness, our bodies finally falling together like rain. ↗

— Emme Rollins

#alpha-heroes #alpha-male #erotic #erotic-fiction #erotic-romance

So what if the air in Paris smells of romance? My shirt smells of you. ↗

— Pooja Nansi

#poetry #romance #love