Quotes About Intensity

I haul around and slap him. It's a stinging blow, smearing the gold on his cheekbone and causing his skin to redden. We stare at each other for long moments, breathing hard. His eyes are bright with something entirely different from anger. I am in over my head. I am drowning.

But there's nothing you like better than when it hurts a little, is there?" Lucien asked. Gavriel's bloody mouth lifted in a voluptuous smile. "Sure there is. I like it when it hurts a lot.

He hates you. Even if he wants you, he hates you. Maybe he hates you the more for it.

Kiss me until I am sick of it.

Gavriel closed his eyes, sooty lashes brushing his cheek. "I'll stay with you." "What? No," she said automatically. "No! That's crazy." "I'm crazy," he reminded her.

I urge you: Come be angry at a nearer distance.

I wonder about death, I who may never know it. It looks much like ecstacy, the way they open their mouths as they drown, the way their fingers dig into your skin. Their eyes are wide and startled and they trash in your hands as though with an excess of passion.

Some might think of him as a strong draught, burning the back of one's throat, but invigorating all the same. You might beg to differ. So long as you're begging, he doesn't mind a bit.

I am afraid that if I begin to feel, I won't be able to bear it. I am afraid that the emotion will be like a wave sucking me under.

One of his hands slides over my stomach, tracing the shape of my skin. He kisses me again, and it's like falling off a cliff. Like a mountain slide, building momentum with every touch, until there is only destruction ahead. I have never felt anything like this.

He leans in and closes his eyes. ¨Most of all, i hate you because i think of you. Often. Its disgusting, and I cant stop.¨ I am Shocked into silence.

When his eyes meet mine, desire, as keen as any blade, bends the air between us. The moment slows. I want to bite his lip. To feel the heat of his skin. To slide my hands beneath his armor and trace the map of his scars.

Dead or not, I have come for his heart and I will have it.

Our eyes meet, and something dangerous sparks. He hates you, I remind myself. "Kiss me again," he says, drunk and foolish. "Kiss me until I am sick of it.

Behind Tana there was the sounds of splintering wood, as though something very large had hot the door. "No," she said softly, "Oh no. No." "Leave me," said Gavriel. ....."Shut up or I might," she told him.

I hate you," I breathe into his mouth. "I hate you so much that sometimes I can't think of anything else.

Yes, my sweet villain, my darling god. I will be as sober as a stone carving, just as soon as I can.¨ And with that, he kisses me on the mouth. I feel a cacophony of things at once. Page 284

In the dream, Tana's mother loved her more than anyone or anything. More than death.

The more you love her, the crazier you get. My love was great. My crimes were greater.

His eyes look too bright, the way the do in people who are in love, people who are enraged, and people who are completely bonkers.

I hate him more than all the others. I hate him so much that sometimes when i look at him I can hardly breathe. page 30

Absence diminishes little passions and increases great ones.

You really do want me.¨ I say, close enough to feel the warmth of his breath as it hitches. ¨And you hate it.¨ page 307

Kiss me again,¨ he says, drunk and foolish. ¨Kiss me until I am sick of it.¨ I feel those words, feel them like a kick to the stomach. He sees my expression and laughs, a sound of full mockery. I cant tell which of us he´s laughing at. ¨He hates you. Even if he wants you, he hates you. Maybe he hates you the more for it.¨