Quotes About Intensity

I'm jealous as fuck," he said, his voice rough. "That's not really my thing, but it's the truth. I don't much like the idea of some other man touchin' your sweet ass, and if one of them tries to stick his cock into that pretty little cunt of yours, I'm gonna cut it off.

Fuckin' crazy for you," he muttered, fingers digging into my skin. "Always have been.

I just drove across the country to commit murder for you. Earlier today I helped burn a couple bodies to cover your tracks. That implies a certain level of commitment on my part, don't you think?" "Well, I guess when you put it that way . . .

Painter's mouth dropped down to my ear, catching it in his teeth just tight enough to hurt. I felt the hardness between his legs grinding into me as need exploded through my body. He smelled so good . . . My hips twisted, desperate for more. Painter groaned.

Whatever this was between us, it wasn't one sided and I wasn't the only one blown away. "You can't tell me this isn't happening," he said, the words torn harshly from his throat. I wanted to deny it but I couldn't. "I've never felt anything like it in my life," I admitted. He growled, all savage satisfaction at my admission. Then his hand twisted hard in my hair, bringing his mouth back down over mine.

Still think I'd be prettier if I smiled?" she asked, the words intense and full of hate. "Yeah," I replied, licking my lips. A wave of heat surged down my spine, and I felt my hips shift restlessly as my cock throbbed. "But pretty is boring. I like you better when you're pissed off. Makes me want to push you down over that desk and fuck you.

Lo que yo quiero, corazón cobarde, es que mueras por mí. Y morirme contigo si te matas y matarme contigo si te mueres porque el amor cuando no muere mata porque amores que matan nunca mueren.

For me, I'd rather have an intense experience than not.

She hated his need to always win and he hated her coldness during their arguments. They fought about the exact color of the sky and which path they should take on a hunt. They disagreed passionately about whose fish was the best tasting. They could work up extreme hatred for each other at a moment's notice.

You're less of a charmer, and more of a 'fury from the depths of hell' type of person.

Rose glared in Sylvie's direction with an anger she didn't understand but that made Sylvie's

Well you know, I think a lot of us in marriage know that you play different roles at different times. And Mitt can get very intense, and I can have the ability to kind of talk him off the rails sometimes and say, 'Hey let's look at what is really important and let's do that now.'

I have a knife in my hand, slicing beef on the willowware plate, and I cut harder, faster, thinking it is your pink neck under my blade and I am cutting you into little pieces that I will bury in the meadow outside when there is no moon.

My curiosity about this country intensified…and so I went. I discovered that, like all canyons, they have a powerful sense of direction and this becomes imprinted upon one's way of thinking: there are upcanyon and downcanyon, and one adjusts to that simple fact. More than anywhere else I sensed that here one must fit into the landscape, must know what is there and where, in order to survive. These canyons, like the ocean and the air, are unforgiving.

I asked him then: 'What are you after?' 'To be in hell with you,' he said.

Like thick and tangled hair Of Magdalenes half-crazed.

She's the stuff that lava is made of, not rain.

You're breathtakingly exciting. You've turned my nights to fire. You've lit my whole world with flame.

Giles kissed her again, hard and furious. As if he hated her. He'd been in love for years, yet he'd never realized love could be like this. Like someone struck him with a club over and over again. Like fire devouring him. Sweet and terrible. Painful and fierce.

The most terrifying part of this terrifying encounter was that just now, the man she wanted to attract was standing in front of her. And that was completely insupportable.

Because nothing but annihilation would stop him wanting Serena. Even then, he'd probably come back and haunt her.

You'll marry me," he said in a rough voice. If they hadn't just kissed as if the world ended, she'd think he was angry. She tipped her chin up and spoke defiantly. "Yes." Charlotte waited for him to say he was pleased, but he still looked as if he poised on the edge of a cliff. A cliff with hungry crocodiles snapping below. "Soon?" he growled. "Tomorrow if I could." "Good." He

Quand je bois, je bois trop, quand je fume, je me bousille, quand j'aime, je perds la raison et quand je travaille, je me tue...Je ne sais rien faire normalement sereinement, je... - Et quand tu détestes? - Ça je sais pas... - Je croyais que tu me détestais, moi? - Pas encore, sourit-elle, pas encore...Tu verras quand ça arrivera...Tu verras la différence...

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