— Dragonfly in Amber~Diana Gabaldon
In spite of his difficulties, I knew exactly what he meant. His gaze was direct, holding my eyes as he waited for my answer. I wanted to look away, but I couldn’t.
"There’s often something like it," I said, and had to stop and clear my throat. "But no. No, it isn’t—usual. I have no idea why, but no. This is…different."
He relaxed a bit, as though I had confirmed something about which he had been anxious.
"I thought perhaps not. I’ve not lain with a woman before, but I’ve…ah, had my hands on a few." He smiled shyly, and shook his head. "It wasna the same. I mean, I’ve held women in my arms before, and kissed them, and…well." He waved a hand, dismissing the and. "It was verra pleasant indeed. Made my heart pound and my breath come short, and all that. But it wasna at all as it is when i take you in my arms and kiss you." His eyes, I thought, were the color of lakes and skies, and as fathomless as either.
He reached out an touched my lower lip, barely brushing the edge. “It starts out the same, but then, after a moment,” he said, speaking softly, “suddenly it’s as though I’ve a living flame in my arms.” His touch grew firmer, outlining my lips and caressing the line of my jaw. “And I want to throw myself into it and be consumed.”"
— Diana Gabaldon, Outlander
— James Alexander Malcolm MacKenzie Fraser (Outlander, Diana Gabaldon)
“But I talk to you as I talk to my own soul,” he said, turning me to face him. He reached up and cupped my cheek, fingers light on my temple.
“And, Sassenach,” he whispered, “your face is my heart."
— Dragonfly in Amber