Quotes About Intensity

It is a torturously laboured ride home like this. Allyson is desperate for it to end and would like for it to go on forever. Willem is just desperate for it to end. He is so full of wanting that it is painful and Allyson keeps lifting his shirt and licking his back, which she shouldn't do while he's riding a bike because he might pass out (But she shouldn't stop, either.)

We'll win this war, but we'll win it only by fighting and showing the Germans that we've got more guts than they have; or ever will have. We're not just going to shoot the sons-of-bitches, we're going to rip out their living Goddamned guts and use them to grease the treads of our tanks.

You wanted to drown in a woman. Here's your chance. Drown in her blood" ~Violence(Maddox)

He bit the inside of his cheek, Death purring wildy. The pleasure of her touch, even one so innocent, rocked him to the core.

He gripped her nape. "I fuckin' love you, Regin!" Rain spiked his lashes as he gazed down at her, commanding her, "Love Me Back

Because you aren't who you think you are. You aren't what everyone else believes. You might have delivered countless deaths but you love more fiercely than anyone I've ever known.

Lord Kane beat me up," one said with a grin. There was blood on his teeth. "Did you see?" "Best. Night. Ever.

I am cruel and I am selfish, but this need I have inside me, this need for you and no other, is stronger than anything else I've ever encountered. I doubt two years of lockup would dull it in the slightest.

So, yeah, I kind of wanted to claw her face off and spit in her skull. Graphic much? Straitlaced Ali piped up. Not graphic enough, Bloodthirsty Ali quipped. Hello, new personalities. So nice to meet you.

Forceful little thing, aren't you?" "You have no idea. So we doing this or not?" Those lush lips twitched. "Let me get this straight. We're going to the bathroom, and I'm going to fuck you, and you don't even care to know my name?" "I'd actually prefer it if you'd keep your stupid mouth closed." Oops. Her hatred was slipping out. "Well, well. You might just be my soul mate.

So hot the pages should be on fire! [on Pleasures of the Night ]

Nicolai, the Dark Seducer as his people called him, had been in bed, but not alone. He was never alone. He was a man known for the violence of his temper as well as the deliciousness of his touch

Never had Dallas seen the Targon more pissed. There'd been none of his usual charm, none of his nonchalance. He simply hadn't liked other men looking at Bride. And when the Mckell had staked claim on her ... shit. Bastard was probably already dead.

Cold-blooded? Oh, no. This man suddenly burned.

I'm so sorry, sweetheart. I'll let you go, but don't expect me to forget you. We're bonded. I'll be on your trail, doing everything in my power to win and romance you. So prepare to see a lot of me. I love you too much to let you go." "Like I'd ever allow you to let me go. You're mine. I love you, too, Flowers." Her dark lashes swept up, her eyes suddenly shining with love.

It is my job-no,-my privilege-to make the fire become an inferno. -Gray

I'm surrounded by pure male aggression, and I like it.

He would pay her when the time came—pay her so hard...damn it

him. "We have to go back to the mountain," he said, the words echoing through the room. Lucien's chest constricted

These people might be vicious and bloodthirsty, but they loved each other. Deeply. Madly. Their devotion was palpable.

because they had been an emotional, volatile couple, and had fought as passionately as they'd loved.

Right now steam enveloped her and Sabin, thick as clouds. Hot water cascaded down the planes and curves of her body. Nothing had ever felt so amazing—except for the naked man behind her, pinning her in, keeping her inside. She would not hook up with a demon, no matter how sexy he was. Would she? Her life didn't need more weird. Did it? Why

Santo cielo, per amore divento un idiota.

You resist, and it drives me wild.