The blood was racing through her veins and she grinned.

The blood raced in a dozen streams, eager, down his chest.

His blood raced through him in a wild fever to offset the cold.

His blood wasn't just stirring now but was racing hot.

She knew the pleasures that lay ahead, and suddenly impatient, her blood raced hot.

Her blood was racing at the thought of battle.

Her breath caught, and the blood raced through her veins.

Just five minutes- Nicholas's blood raced in his veins as he urged the horse on behind her.

My blood raced at the feel of his arms around me, and I turned in them, seeking his face.

The blood roared and raced through my brain, beating time.