Quotessence
Home / Topics / Steamy Romance Quotes

Steamy Romance Quotes

Browse 119 quotes about Steamy Romance.

Steamy Romance Quotes

“Her skin was hot now, though all that remained on her body was the long, white shirt and her thick wool stockings. He stripped her of the latter, one by one, then bent his head and pressed a worshipful kiss to her bare knee. He stayed like that for a long moment, his head bowed before her, his lips against her skin. She petted his head, hesitantly at first, running her palm over his snow-dampened hair, as black as the night. Then, gently, she molded her fingers against his roughened cheek and rugged jaw. He lifted his head and gazed at her with a passionate near adoration that took her breath away. Without warning, she sat up and lifted the shirt off over her head, offering herself to him in virginal, tongue-tied silence. Surely he knew she'd have done this for free. Just like she knew he'd have protected her, expecting nothing in return. He breathed her name, heartily accepting her gift of herself. He rose to claim her lips once more, enfolding her in his arms. She gloried in his mouth on hers and the smooth warmth of his hands caressing her bare back, her arms, her sides. She returned his kisses in wild, reckless abandon, burning for him now, touching him everywhere, relishing the sleek iron hardness of his broad shoulders, massive arms.”

“Years start to pass by but our desire for each other does not pass us by. The “spice” that he brings into my life remains as peppery and savoury as ever. The beauty and warmth I bring to his life, remain as enlivening as ever. Together, we cultivate a loving relationship that lights us both.”

“Between pampering each other, hell lot of teasing, making love, and then pampering each other more, we get abundantly used to each other. We never say, every other day, that we know we cannot be apart from each other. We just do not want to be. We like it together and we just know that we shall be together, for life.”

“To talk is as easy as falling off a log. To say what your heart loves. Or, not. But we still do not say it. All we have to do is rummage through ourselves and say it out loud to the people we love. It is all within us—the love, the will, the strength, the courage, and the hope!”

“To say out loud, the love we have in us for the one we have it for does not hurt, any of us. But, to not say out loud, it hurts two of us. It hurts like a thrust to the chest. A thrust so pushing, that it becomes enervating to breathe.”

“Love will always be like love in every clock of time. The measure of love will never differ with time… love has, and always will make the heart flutter and soul fly. Love is the conduit to happiness and life, and shall always be.”

“If there is love, your heart tells you, each day, in nanoscopic things. With time, time tells you. Until then, you love with all your true heart. Be honest, to yourself and to your love. Never lie—it goes against the grain of love, to lie in love. Love him and let him love you. But most of all, talk and understand each other!”

“Food is over-rated when it comes to love. It is not the way to live in someone’s heart. Your oxytocin hormones are not the answer to it either. These are vital elements, but you dwell in someone’s heart with communication. Love thrives on the gospel truth of communication. Everything else shall wane and wither away with time. But, if true communication, is held all through by lovers, it shall make the two, walk hand in hand, together till the end!”

“Roohi- Rumi, what is this love? Rumi- Love is—when, endearingly, I look at you, and you look back at me with equal intensity…! Roohi asserts- Equal or more! Rumi bows with a smile. Rumi- What say, you, my Roohi? Roohi- Love is-- the lifeblood of life! You are my love! You, are my lifeblood!”

“Rumi- He whispers into my ear, “Yes. Special—are YOU, and my love for you, Milady! All I want, is to love you more, each day. To be with you, each day. To bring you flowers and everything that brings forth your sumptuous smile. If it were within my reach, I would make each day special for you. He says with such effortless grace that I go weak in my knees. Roohi- Sir, if you would so permit, I would like a mouthful of your tranquil eyes, squidgy cheeks, and succulent lips. That would bring me smiles and much more.”

“I am not me anymore. He changed me into someone. Someone sentient of feelings. Someone who loved being loved by him. Someone who loved doing things which I would never even dream of doing, but I did, and happily, for him. And, then, one day he thought he could leave. He snaffled me from the world, and then he left me for the world.”

“He did not talk… He just stayed quiet. And left. He could have just talked. The same old Rumi, my Rumi, did not talk and just left me. My Rumi, who could talk to me through his eyes, did not even look into mine, maybe from fear that I would see what was writ large in them. He did not let me. He just left. My Rumi, is no more my Rumi. He is, just Rumi.”

“If only, it were written on men’s faces how they would eventually be, things could work. Relationships would thrive. But my darling, only time is the real deal and the answer to one’s integrity. Time reveals one’s allegiance. People are, who they are. Their intentions, however, either get revealed or change over a period of time. Hard truth!”

“Listen, I am your mother, nonetheless, I am saying this to you. And these may not have been the wisest two cents in our times, but perhaps, are in today’s times—love, you take your time to get married, no rush. Know a guy, well, very well, before you engineer lofty dreams in your head and heart, and take the big step. I do not care about the world; I care about my daughter and her heart more than anything else.”

“I look at my much in love parents, and their cutest ever tiffs. How they get back to talking because they cannot just, not talk, to each other, for too long. They sulk, and talk, but talk. Never a day without talking. Such, is how love should be. I look at them and my cup runneth over!”

“Parents’ love is not conscious, rather it is ethereally organic. Parents’ love is not seasonal. Their love is a voluntary decision to be with their offspring, no matter what. Their love does not need answers, confirmation, validation, or acceptance. It thrives on its own and overflows like the purest waters from the mountains, irrespective of what it may have to cascade through. The deepest cockles of my heart reverberate with their love and keep me on the go.”

“Dialogues must appear as natural as if coming from effortless writing. It must not sweat. Your beloved readers must not sweat. But here am I, literally sweating, because my characters are literally talking dirty in a steamy sweaty and bloody scene.”

“What was it about this man and his presence? When Thomas touched her, the dance took on a new quality it had not had with William. While she had been nervous at the closeness between their bodies when his brother led the waltz, Thomas provoked other sensations entirely. William exuded a sense of safety. His presence was unfamiliar, but stolid. Even comforting. But Thomas… Everything about Thomas screamed danger to Claire. Yet she was mesmerized.”

“I pressed my lips together, fighting the sting in my eyes. I wasn’t a bad person. I didn’t lie; I didn’t cheat—I didn’t hurt people on purpose. But I was…a lot. I was loud, emotional, and undoubtedly a bit of a drama queen when I’d had a glass or three of wine, like now. Mr. Captain over there probably thought I was a total bitch after that little display on the phone with Amanda. I didn’t blame him. I wore my heart on my sleeve, especially when I was pissed off. It was beyond my control. I’d never learned to play it cool or keep my mouth shut.”

“…Jake caught the briefest glimpse of a demure set of pale pink lingerie, and then Molly was airborne—jumping feet-first into the deep end. She swam underwater like a mermaid, finally coming up for air near the center of the pool. Her hair was slicked back on her skull, shining and as dark as melted chocolate and Jake was frozen to the spot by So. Much. Molly. All on display for him. God—she was really, really wet. ~"Finding a Husband" by Kristen Casey”

“Packing some heat there, aren’t you Officer?” Jake looked down and yanked on the hem of his blazer. “Don’t you worry about that, miss,” he chuckled. “That’s for later.” He pecked her on the cheek and steered her toward the door. “We have got to stop meeting like this,” Molly grumbled, irritated by his nonchalance. Her legs felt like jelly and she tottered on her heels, making her even more annoyed. Jake steadied her—of course he did. “Really?” he asked, the soul of civility. “I disagree.””