Simona

“Eleanor…” He hesitated, and she felt his other hand come up to tilt her face up to his. “I need you…just for a few minutes…”

She read the hunger in his voice, the ache for what he"d lost, the grief…

“Take what you need, Curry,” she said quietly, her body yielding to his in an unspoken invitation.

“I won"t hurt you…” he whispered unsteadily as he bent to her upturned mouth, feeling it open deliciously as his lips touched it so that the restraint went out of him almost immediately. He lifted her across his knees and kissed her like a drowning man who never expected to feel a woman's softness again. There was desperation in the rough mouth invading hers, urgency. His arms contracted and hurt her, bringing a soft moan from her lips.”
― Diana Palmer, Dream's End

“In this convoluted world where sex has become a party favor rather than a solemn, beautiful part of love between two people, I think virginity is sexy. I don't like promiscuity. Oddly, at the turn of the 20th century, even men were expected to wait until marriage to indulge. I think that's sexy, too. Okay, I'm a dinosaur, I admit it. I don't belong in the modern world.”
― Diana Palmer

“From Cherish Tomorrow ... “I want you,” she said softly.
His jaw became rigid with disapproval. “I’m too damned old for you.”
“You’re perfect.” She touched the hardness of one cheek with loving fingers.
“You’re too young for me!”
She shrugged. “I’ll get older.” ”
― Carole Mortimer

“I want a son with you,” he said huskily. “I want a houseful of children.”

Her eyes sketched his face. “Dark-haired little boys with green eyes….”

He crushed her mouth under his, roughly, hungrily, possessively. “Don’t tempt me,” he said tightly. “I want you like hell.”
“I wouldn’t stop you,” she said softly. “Anything you want, Garet. Anything.”
― Diana Palmer, Bound by a Promise