Quotes About Intensity

I saw her, and I knew I had to have her. On my canvas. In my bed. At my total mercy.

You're mine." I say it fiercely, needing her to understand. "I love you, Melanie Laurent. For the rest of my life, I'm going to love you.

The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones … who burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the sky.

Piss me off again and I'll rip you a new asshole and then fuck it. And that's just the foreplay.

Because make no mistake, Serena. I do bite. ~Wraith

Hurry," she breathed. Man, talk about pressure. He was supposed to get it up while demon hordes were trying to kill him, and Satan himself was knocking at the door.

His voice was low and rough … "What about you? Do you like bad boys?" "There's definitely appeal," she breathed. "Good," He bent and clipped her earlobe with his teeth … "Because they don't come badder than me.

They wanted it because they've got some sort of darkness in them. And maybe because they like pain. Because pain turns them on. Well, maybe it turns me on, too," she said quietly. "In fact, I know it does, because loving you hurts. And yet, I still come back for more.

I hate you." "I know," he whispered. "Kiss me." He didn't hesitate.

Fuck me, I love her.

In three strides Reaver was on her, his mouth crushing hers. "No more bullshit," he said against her lips. "I want you. I think I've always wanted you.

He sobered as he gazed at her, then took a deep breath and pulled away. "I'm not normally affected like this. It's you. You're putting off some hellacious fuck-me vibes." "Not enough, apparently," she muttered.

Yenrieth wanted to lick her dry. Then lick her wet.

What happened?" he demanded. "He made you cry. Do you want me to kill him?

His smile became downright wicked. "I can make you beg for the mere whisper of my breath on your skin. I can do things with my tongue that will make you scream with the exquisite intensity of it. And I can make you come so hard, for so long, that you'll pass out from pleasure.

He'd taken a lot of females in his life, females who played at sex like a contact sport, but Tayla . . . she rocked his underworld.

He moved toward Jedda, his pulse inexplicably growing faster as he neared her. He'd been in the presence of blindingly gorgeous females with unimaginable power in his centuries of life, and none of them had affected him like this. No, this was different, a mix of attraction and anticipation he would almost compare to battle lust.

said, his voice thick with anger, "I'm going to get into her

Just don't be surprised if you find yourself riding a bolt of lightning if you piss me off." "I'm into kinky shit, so that works.

I was always driven on the basketball court. I always wanted to win every game I played in, sometimes too much. When you're out on the playground just playing, and you're scraping, fighting, and do whatever you can to win the game. When it's all over with, you're friends, and I'd think, 'Why did I get like that?' That's the way I've always been.

There is nothing better than being out there when the game is on the line.

I hate to lose more than I like to win.

The bigger it got, the more fervent the liturgical incantations, and, at the moment of orgasm

He pried Clara's arms loose and stood up, smoothing his wrinkled coat. Clara looked straight into his face. Her eyelids were red, but her gaze was like a lance. Dr. Wintermute had a sudden, uncomfortable conviction that she had seen into his soul. It was a look he was to remember often in the weeks to come.