Quotes About Intensity

Xcor mounted her and pushed his cock in deep, his fingers biting into her hip bones and holding her as he started to pound. Now her breasts were kicking this way and that, and her lower teeth clapped into her upper ones, and her arms flapped. But her eyes were like fire as the animal in him subjugated the animal in her. He

From the first moment I saw you," he said in a hoarse voice, "that night when Sahvage and Mae came here… there was just something about you. I couldn't look away." Flushing, she glanced down at her hands. "I could feel you staring upon me." "I didn't mean to freak you out.

That Zsadist was late was no big surprise. Z was one giant, violent fuck-you to the world. A walking, sometimes talking, usually cursing SOB who took hatred, especially toward females, to new levels.

Do you want me?" she said in a distorted voice. "God, yes, fuck yes…I ache…." "Tell me you want me." Spreading his knees wide, he put his hand on his sex and squeezed. "So bad…I'm dying…." "Say the words." "I want you…," he breathed. Elise

Blay orgasmed before he even started for the bed, the male arching up and moaning as his head shot back on the thin pillow, and his hips jerked. Like Qhuinn buck-ass naked was too much to handle. Best. Compliment. Ever.

Ants under the skin. As Rhage transferred his weight from one shitkicker to the other, he felt like his bloodstream had come to a soft boil and the bubbles were tickling the underside of every fucking square inch of his flesh.

Christ, it was like putting your face in a chum bucket and inhaling like the world were about to run out of oxygen.

A brush with death had a way of making you want to live out loud, and sex with the person you wanted to be with was the best way of expressing that noise.

Fucking. A." Well, didn't that just sum it all up nicely.

It was a multi-f-bomb kind of night.

Insatiability was an asset when it came to having a lover in your life. And Xcor was a very, very hungry male.

Por Dios, aunque su cara tenía una expresión dura, la voz de Zsadist era tan suave y hermosa como la llama de la vela!

the difference between pain and labor. Pain got your attention. Labor demanded all your attention.

Z lo miró por encima del hombro. Sus ojos negros parecían de hielo y su cara se ensombreció como el suelo del infierno.

Hey, baby, how would you like a partner in crime- Back off, Blay barked. He's with me. Abruptly Qhuinn's spine straightened: It was amply clear from the cold blue fire spitting out of Blay's eyes that the guy was prepared to tear the throat of that woman wide-open if she didn't disappear quick. And that was... Awesome.

You make it hard for me to breathe.

Either go at it full force or don't go at it at all. Don't dabble.

The result is that you get about 3 minutes at O2max in runs one and two, but you get no time at max in runs three, four, and five. What was the purpose of the workout? If it was to hurt, you accomplished the purpose, but if you had planned to spend 15 minutes or so stressing your aerobic maximum, you missed that completely.

beautiful insane in the rain

We turned at a dozen paces, for love is a duel, and looked at each other for the last time.

It's not that I can't fall in love. It's really that I can't help falling in love with too many things all at once. So, you must understand why I can't distinguish between what's platonic and what isn't, because it's all too much and not enough at the same time.

The silence was an intense roar.

La única gente que me interesa es la que está loca, la gente que está loca por vivir, loca por hablar, loca por salvarse, con ganas de todo al mismo tiempo, la gente que nunca bosteza ni habla de lugares comunes, sino que arde, arde como fabulosos cohetes amarillos explotando igual que arañas entre las estrellas.

the only people that interest me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones that never yawn or say a commonplace thing.. but burn, burn, burn like roman candles across the night. Allen