With the cold white of another death, Nylan shuddered, and his senses screamed.

Every sense in his body screamed that the moment was here and the time was now.

He'd stepped imperceptibly closer, just enough that every single sense screamed with awareness.

Her skin burned where it was crushed to his hardness, while all her senses screamed with need.

The sense of being smothered intensified as Bruce's brain screamed for life-giving oxygen.

There was a general green, rich, dark feel to it, suggested by the word "bosky"* His blacksmith's senses stood up and screamed.

While my senses screamed a warning, the dangerous moment held and lengthened.

It wasn't normal, though, and Dasein's senses screamed this fact at him.

Suddenly all her senses were screaming with horror.

She crossed her arms, refusing to back down, even though common sense was screaming to just give up and forget about it.