yourtinseltinkerbell:

veronicaesque:

“Listen, keep your eyes wide,” Lestat whispered to me, his lips moving against my neck. I remember that the movement of his lips […] sent a shock of sensation through my body that was not unlike the pleasure of passion.

A dull roar at first and then a pounding like the pounding of a drum, growing louder and louder […] until it seemed to fill not just my hearing but all my senses, to be throbbing my lips and fingers, in the flesh of my temples, in my veins. Above all, in my veins […].