Quotes About Intensity

each kiss was the perfect consummation of desire. What can we do but reach for the embrace that must now contain both heaven and hell: our doom again and again and again.

Dear God, this is love. This is desire. And all my past amours have been but the shadow of this.

Get thee behind me, tragedy. Kneeling over her, he lifted her and impaled her gently on his sex.

Right before my eyes he was seemingly as solid as I was; and then I felt the tingling all through my limbs as he merged with me, and the tiny stabs on my hands and my neck and my face. I struggled as if I were caught in a perfect net.

I hate you as much as I have ever loved you.

How steady yet pulsing was this orgy of fierce light!

Lestat was holding me by the shoulders. I could barely stand. In fact, if he had let me go I would have fallen. I couldn't take my eyes off the pink-throated lillies.

His eyes were on me and I didn't have the slightest intention of looking away. Nevertheless, I looked him up and down because I couldn't help it, and becuase he was as breathtaking as he has always described himself to be. and I had to see him, truly see him, even if he was to be the last thing I ever saw.

I clamped his mouth in an ardent kiss. The blood passed into him, and violently, he convulsed.

My mouth filled with blood. My lips closed against his silky white flesh so that not a drop would be lost. Deeply I swallowed.

He came towards Maharet, staring intently at her, at her smooth face which now bore no trace whatever of human life, the florid human eyes seemingly set within a sculpture.

When he turned from his victim, I would see even blood teeming in him, and I would have given all the world to see him white again, my marble god, my graven Father in our private bed.

He backed away from me, the brush falling from his hand. And I rose over him, feeling my teeth against my lip, feeling my eyes fill with the colors of his face, my ears fill with his struggling cry, my hands fill with that strong, fighting flesh until I drew him up to me, helpless, and tore that flesh and had the blood that gave it life. 'Die,' I whispered when I held him loose now, his head bowed against my coat, 'die,' and felt him struggle to look up at me.

I never found another like him, with so much passion and so many happy delusions, but then I never much looked.

he has a sleepless mind in his heart and an insatiable personality.

It was not a easy thing to love her so terribly and not taste of her soul through her blood.

She had grown still and was staring at me yet, her eyes full of the fire of the torch, her lower lip trembling, and a sigh coming out of her as though she was about to cry again.

He appeared the handsomest of men, his eyes utterly unclouded and almost fierce, and his cheeks beautifully flushed.

I had seen it with my own eyes, this obsession. I had seen it in a matter of moments in a riverfront tavern, but I had known it for what it was.

The heat in me was delicious and unendurable, and I wanted nothing more than to take Amadeo, bring him over to me now, and yet he sat before me, the tears streaming down his face.

How obdurate and strong he seemed, how seductive; how completely mine.

My nostrils flared at the sharp tang of adrenaline-charged sweat, my own breathing deepened, and they were like a vast horse I rode bareback, skin to skin, gripping that muscle and bone between my thighs, moving with its rhythm, urging it on-more, faster, harder-as it stretched out and its hooves cut into the turf and it thundered over the plain, running without effort, without fatigue, without end.

I felt a savage rush of love for her, an impulse for her safety so primal and deep that it might have sprung from my womb.

He caught up with her outside her doorway, when she almost gave up. He said nothing, simply pulled her into his arms, against his strong, hard body, and his hand slid beneath her hair, tilting her face up to his. "No more running away?" His voice was rough. His eyes glittered down into hers, and if she wanted tenderness it wasn't there. Simply a dark, naked heat sparking between them. "No more running away," she said.