Quotes About Intensity

If Tohr hadn't hated the motherfucker with such a passion…he'd have almost respected the sonofabitch. —

With his chin dropped to his chest, he was staring at her from under his brows, his pale yellow eyes glowing as they locked on her and her alone. Her first cogent thought was that he was a predator. Her second… was that she wanted to be caught.

You want to throw me against a wall and see if I stick?

that meant he was spectacularly horny. This

The first inhale was— Pretty fucking awful. A

Zsadist se levantó como un espectro del suelo ennegrecido, con la cara y los brazos manchados con la sangre de los restrictores. Su aura era un resplandor de violencia que distorsionaba el paisaje detrás de él, y el bosque del fondo parecía oscilar allí donde enmarcaba su cuerpo.

Three days. During which there was enough drama going on to make War and Peace looked like a comic book.

It was a very big it. A very…erect it, straining the front of his pants.

He was powerless to stop himself. His lips peeled off his teeth as his muscles churned and his hips thrashed against her. Drenched in sweat, head spinning, mindless, breathless, he took everything she was offering him. Took it and demanded more, becoming an animal as she became one, too, until they were nothing but wildness. He

He rubbed his face and looked at her. Adored her so intensely in the quiet darkness that he was afraid of her.

It was a state of mind—and nothing put a female there faster than the male she wanted staring at her the way Xcor was now.

So, what are we doing tonight? Wait, let me guess, sitting in morose silence. Or, no…you're mixing it up. Brooding with soulful intensity, right? What a fucking wild child you are. Whoo. Hoo. Next thing you know, you'll be opening for Slipknot." With

Sus ojos emitían un destello azul bajo la luz nocturna, como si fueran los faros de un automóvil. El enorme cuerpo anunciaba la muerte por todos los poros.

Is this what you want?" he said harshly. "Do you want it hard and where people can see?

Los ojos de Zsadist se entornaron hasta formar una delgada línea, y una ráfaga de aire helado cruzó la habitación, como si hubiera soplado hacía ella. "Ten cuidado, hembra. La valentía puede ser peligrosa.

Beth» bisbigliò. «Torna da me.» Ripeté l'operazione cercando di farle bere il suo sangue. «Non morire, maledizione!» Le candele guizzarono nella stanza. «Io ti amo, accidenti a te! Accidentaccio a te, non arrenderti!»

Assail picked that moment to scream again—which

Besides, the story of the two of them was written in the language of collision; they were ever crashing into each other and ricocheting away—only to find themselves pulled back into another impact.

The pain, when it hit, had racked his weak body, starting in his abdomen and radiating outward until the tips of his fingers, his toes, the ends of every piece of hair on his head had screamed.

The truth was . . . he was in love with her. Totally over-the-line, no-going-back, not-even-dead-would-he-part kind of shit.

It was the kiss. For that brief moment, the volume of her world had been cranked up to Metallica levels, and she had loved the booming bass, and the spinning and twirling, and the sense that her heart had taken flight and not left her body, but taken her physical form along with it.

fury in my blood

Oh, God—" He cut her off, his mouth finding hers and taking her lips like he owned her. He kissed her with none of the awkward first-time stuff she was used to; there was nothing hesitant or polite or tentative at all: Isaac kissed her like he meant to have her, and she was ready to be taken. She'd never wanted anything this badly before.

Z had no love to give anyone. But the hatred he had he would channel for Bella until the last breath left his lungs.