Quotes About Intensity

Hot Kazakh woman You are my hot attraction, I have absolutely no control over myself. I want to cling to you with my love like a leech. Looking at you, I believe in love again. Without you, only depression of emptiness.

Make love so that from your passion, everything around you burns out, so that only burnt skeletons on ashes and burning coals are left from you.

Love is similar to fire. Because none of us can master it. Fire burns your hands, while love deals with your heart and mind.

What struck Celia most about young children was the intensity of their passions, life too new to be modulated, perspective a possession not yet acquired.

He closed his eyes, dropping his forehead against hers. "You'll be the death of me, Elena." She smiled. "You need a little excitement in that boring old life of yours.

But it was the dark hunger in his tone that got to her. Damn kinky vampire had actually liked the knife. Shit .

After they were both done, the pile of knives and guns on the coffee table looked like they'd cleaned out an armory. "I think we have a problem, Dmitri.

I'm crazy about you, Archangel. You scare the shit out of me at times, but I want to dance with you anyway.

Death holds no allure for me, Elena." The power of him cut against his skin, a cold white fire. "Not when I have yet to sate my hunger for you.

There is a dark music in the screams of your enemies." (Raphael)

He'd been so angry at her -always pushing his buttons, that girl. But then he'd taken her into his arms, and all that anger had blazed into a darker, hotly possessive need that had urged him to bend his head, bite down on the throbbing pulse in her neck, leave a mark.

No more chances, Golden Eyes. You're mine and I'll draw blood to enforce my claim.

Dmitri clearly gives good . . . blood.

In all his centuries of existence, he'd never before taken a lover he considered his on every level. He'd kill for her, destroy for her, savage anyone who dared attempt to take her from him. And he would never let her go.

You try to leave and I will hunt you down." Relief poured through her, but she smacked at his thigh with the back of her brush. "Like a rabid dog? Very romantic.

His voice had fallen into the guttural range. "She is not you. No one will ever be what you are to me." Her heart broke. Into a million tiny pieces.

Butterflies in her stomach. Because she understood his words from last night now, knew that he'd been on his very, very best behavior. Tonight . . . tonight she'd be tangling with the dominant, wild heart of him.

This man, he could make her his slave, her body his command. -Sahara

If you take another lover, Elena" — he thrust back in, making her gasp — "what I do to him will become a nightmare etched in human memory.

He kissed her. Hard. Fast. Vaughn.

An instant later, they were kissing. It was no light brush this time, no exploring touch. This was all tongues and teeth and wicked wetness as he kissed her like a man who had rough, sweaty, dirty sex on his mind and didn't care if she knew it.

His eyes fixed on hers, the gold flecks darkening to amber. "An assassin who looks after his own skin? That's exactly what I am, Brenna. I would rather die than harm you, but anyone else? I could kill them without blinking. It's what I was born to do.

God you're obstinate." It was a snarl. "Must make me a masochist that I like that about you." Her wolf bared its canines, charmed but trying not to allow it to matter. "I only get worse the more you know me. Consider it a lucky escape.

The need that ravaged him was hotly specific, targeted to only one woman.