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“If anyone looked at me with the raw desire that shows in his eyes when he looks at you, I’d be petrified they’d have me for dinner — and that I would be their willing victim. I might even throw myself on a plate, salt myself, and offer them a lick — you know, just so they could taste me.”

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King of Wands

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“He gazed at her for what seemed like an eternity before reaching out to stroke her cheek. “I’d just like to forget. Forget every last thing.” Her heart beat erratically from the emotions flickering through his eyes. Need and want. Fear and hope. She couldn’t tell where one emotion ended and the next began. The only thing she could tell for certain was that, in the subtle flicker of candlelight, something had changed between them. Profoundly changed. Desire coiled in and around them like a vine and settled low in her belly. Heat blossomed over her, quashing her ability to think straight as he bent his head and touched his lips to hers. She closed her eyes to everything but the feel of his mouth on hers, in a kiss so different from their first that it astonished in comparison. This was not the wild and savage connection they had shared behind the assembly rooms. Yet, there was passion in its tenderness, and hunger in the languorous fusion of their tongues.”

“The only deep desire is not for what I lack, nor even for the person who lacks me (though that is, itself, more subtle), but for the person who does not lack me, for what is perfectly capable of existing without me. Someone who does not lack me -- that is radical otherness. Desire is always the desire for that alien perfection, at the same time as it is the desire perhaps to shatter it, to break it down. You get aroused only for things whose perfection and impunity you want both to share and to shatter.”

“But in the end, it was not Mommi's well-meaning advice that allowed me to discover the wonder and splendor of physical intimacy; it was my love for Hugh and his for me that guided our moments in bed; it was love that tutored me on how to be transparent and honest and open, love that gave me the confidence to be naked, in every sense of the word, and not run for cover. Love and desire coexist, but they are not the same thing. Love showed me that sex is about true oneness with another person more than it is a person's one truest pleasure.”

“In so much of the TV I’ve consumed since I’ve been free to finally watch it, it’s all about beautiful women; showcasing their perfection, men chasing them, selling things with them. But what about men? These men must be two of the sexiest things on the planet, thick with muscle and beautiful symmetrical faces. How come TV hadn’t prepared me for this? For how wild and ravenous they make me feel?”