In the heat of passion she was a mature woman - a passionate and uninhibited lover.
Pulling his head down, she met warm lips again and surrendered to the passion he always managed to arouse.
It was the passion of full arousal.
A microscopic voice inside warned her to stop, but desire put uncontrolled passion into her response.
At first she was too stunned to respond, and then passion hit her like the fiery breath of a dragon.
The kiss started out playful, but passion put an end to that.
The fire flickered feebly, its passion curbed by time as well.
You know what happens then; caution takes a vacation when passion moves to the bedroom.
His kiss, though, had been spectacular, so full of passion and promise that the memory made her blood burn.
There was passion and a deep longing she innately understood only she was able to fill.
She wasn't going to fall under the spell of Gabriel's strong body, his passion, his taste.
The limestone and marble foyer was lined with artifacts, a sign of Tamer's passion for all things ancient.
She had chosen him partly for his ability to assume control while keeping everyone's best interest in mind... and partly because he aroused a passion she never knew existed.
Marriage was supposed to cool that passion, or so they said.
"I made this awkward again, didn't I?" she said, embarrassed once more by the passion she put into her speech.
She'd wanted a second night with him since the first, and the passion of his kiss reminded her of how incredible it was to be the center of his world.
She'd wanted to return home since she arrived, yet when presented with the enormity of her importance in her new world … when she realized how incredible it really would be to have a man like A'Ran in her bed every night … when she saw he was capable of passion … when she found out an entire planet full of people would die if she left … She couldn't help the tears at such a thought.
She wasn't expecting his kiss or the passion behind it.
They're probably messing up the sheets in a fury of passion as we speak.
Jackson possessed a true passion for music.
The passion welling up in him was palpable.
They clung to each other, molding their bodies as one until the raging fire of passion consumed her.
She returned the kiss, thrilled by his passion and her own mounting hunger.
Brady made love to her with passion and tenderness, a combination that made her fall even harder for the side of him that had kept her company for weeks and protected her.
Any new happening outside the mundane assortment of drug cases, burglaries, domestic disturbances or a semi-annual Saturday night passion killing came as a welcome change.
The majority of his body was moderately awash with passion and Ethel was as warm and soft as ever.
There was a passion about her.
Exhaustion winked and said goodbye, leaving only passion to direct her.
She loved him with a passion that he never could have imagined – and still wasn't sure he deserved.
He thought he'd feel anger and a familiar passion for the first and only woman he'd ever made love to.
Darian's response was instant, his passion and need matching her own.
Had he changed his mind again now that passion wasn't ruling his mind?
A regular passion flower.
He entered her at the same time he bit her, and her world exploded into hot desire and need so intense, she thought his passion would consume her.
She loved the combination of his passion and gentled strength.