H Quotes
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“His lips brushed over the delicate underside of her wrist. Once. Twice. Three times. It was barely a touch, and yet there was something incredibly intimate about it. It made her think of the other stories that said his kisses might have been fatal, but they were worth dying for. Jacks' cool mouth dragged intentionally back and forth over her racing pulse, velvety and gentle and- his sharp teeth dug in to her skin.
She cried out, 'You bit me!'
'Relax, pet. I didn't draw any blood.' His eyes shone brighter as he dropped her arm.
She ran a finger over the tender skin he'd just sunk his teeth into. Three thin white scars, shaped like tiny broken hearts, lined the underside of her wrist. One for each kiss.”
Source: Once Upon a Broken Heart
“His lips burned as they touched her own. She gave a little gasp under his mouth before being completely smothered by his fire.
He wanted her, she understood in amazement. And it was not the fact that she was capable of attracting a man which surprised her—for she well knew her own value—but that it was this particular man, who had already filled her with a tempestuous rage, was now capable of making her feel quite another way. Of unlocking her with his lips, making her feel like a quivering flame within a frail woman's body, smoldering with a burning desire she had not even known she was capable of possessing.”
“His lips caressed her ear. “Best dance of my entire life.”
Source: Dance of the Heart
“His lips covered hers and turned potent and possessive. His mouth tasted of berries, honey, and a tang of whisky. It was a combination a woman could succumb to without a moment's hesitation - succumb to and be seduced by.”
Source: A Highlander's Passion
“His lips covered hers as he laid the gauze on her leg. Fiery pain shot through her flesh as his lips swallowed her cry, then replaced it with such amazing sensation she wanted to whimper in return. He licked her lips. He didn’t steal her kiss. He didn’t take it. He cajoled it from her.”
Source: Elizabeth's Wolf
“His lips crashed against hers. If there had been air in her lungs, she wouldn't have known what to do with it. He kissed her fiercely, making her head spin wilder than a whirlpool, knocking every last puff of breath from her body.”
Source: Love Bites
“His lips crushed into hers and and he said dropping words more precious than rubies and emeralds and sapphires into her heart, her soul, 'I love you. There is no limit to what I can give you, no time I need. Even when this world is forgotten whisper of dust between the stars, I will love you.”
Source: Empire of Storms
“his lips drink water but his heart drinks wine”
Source: Tulips and Chimneys
“His lips ever so gently touched mine, and suddenly I felt everything stirring inside me grow wings, let loose, and fly.”
Source: Glitch
“His lips grazed her earlobe---deliberately, she was sure---his hand rested on the small of her back, and she was overwhelmed by having him so near. With all the attention leveled their way, they were awkwardly conspicuous in a fashion she hated, so she deigned to act as normally as possible. She gripped the mallet, but just when she would have attempted her initial swing, Mr. Stevens reached around her, effectively trapping her in the circle of his arms.
"Permit me to instruct you," he said, and chills sped down her spine. "The game goes like this."
Warm and magnetic, the entire front of his body was flattened against the back of hers, and she could feel the solid plane of his chest, the curve of his abdomen as he arched over her, the strength of his legs as he balanced her between them. His groin was directly against her posterior, and the sensation produced an exhilarating swirl of butterflies that cascaded through her stomach.
Wrapping her small hands in his large ones, he controlled the arc of the stick as it landed with a firm thump, and their ball careened down the hillside.
"Very nice," he murmured, though she was quite sure he wasn't referring to the ball or the swing at all.”
Source: Total Surrender
“His lips hovered over hers. “No,” he snarled. Madison wasn’t sure to whom he was talking, but then his mouth was crushing hers, and her world became him—the touch and feel of his lips pressing down, forcing hers to respond. It wasn’t a gentle kiss or a sweet exploration. It was angry and raw, breathtaking and soul burning. Right now, she didn’t want gentle. She wanted hard and fast, him and her, on the floor, even the bear rug, both of them naked and sweating.”
“His lips lowered to mine, kissing me stupid, and I forgot for a few minutes why we were arguing.”
Source: Cowboy Sanctuary
“His lips made a grim twist that was like the joyless cousin of a smile.”
“His lips met hers in a long, lingering, passionate kiss that made her knees go weaker than ever before. His big hand held her head firmly as he deepened the kiss.
Forget the damn coat. All he had to do was kiss her about every two hours and she could run through the snow naked as a newborn baby and not even feel the cold.”
Source: Cowboy Boots for Christmas: Cowboy Not Included
“His lips moved to her chin, the corner of her lips. His voice was husky, aching. “Want me enough, Shea. Want me with more than just your body. Let me into your heart.” His mouth fastened on hers, not gently but wildly, hungrily. The hunger was in his eyes when he raised his head to look down at her. “Open your mind to me. Want me there, as you want me in your body. Want me coming to you wild with a need only you can satisfy. Take me into your soul and let me live there.” His mouth was roaming every inch of her face, the column of her neck, the hollow of her shoulder.”
Source: Dark Desire
“His lips moved to her ear as his hand danced over her lace covered sex. "Other men look at you and I want to rip their eyes out." His fingers gripped her inner thigh, causing her to jolt and cry out.”
Source: Willfully Wanton
“His lips nuzzled her ear. “Whether you go or stay, I will love you until I die,” he whispered.”
“His lips parted, but long years of experience with Ramses, and to some extent, Emerson, had taught me how to turn a conversation into a monologue.”
Source: Lord of the Silent
“His lips parted under hers, damp and soft and warm, and she forgot all of that. Her entire life focused in on the sensations, the gentle pressure that grew more intense the longer the kiss went on.
Chaste kisses, then dirtier ones, and man, those tasted good. They tasted better the wider her mouth opened, and especially after his tongue touched hers.
She could have done a whole semester of kissing with Shane. Intense personal study. With lab classes.
Time really wasn’t happening for her, but eventually Claire realized that there was a soft glow coming from the windows, and she was numb and sore from sitting on the floor. She winced as a muscle in her back protested, and Shane reached out, pulled her up, and settled himself on the couch.
He stretched out, and extended a hand to her. She stared, tingling and confused. “There’s no room.’”
“Plenty of room,’” he said.
She felt breathless and kind of wild, stretching out on the tiny area of sofa cushion available next to him, and then smothered a yelp as Shane picked her up and draped her over his chest and, oh my God, over all the rest of him, too.
“Better?’” he asked, and raised his eyebrows. It was a real question, and he was looking for a real answer. Claire felt a blush building a fire in her cheeks, but she didn’t look away from his gaze.
“Perfect,’” she said.”
Source: The Dead Girls' Dance
“His lips press into mine in a kiss meant to make the world fade away.
And it delivers.”
Source: My Not So Super Sweet Life
“His lips pressed against her forehead and she felt him smile against her skin. "Believe me...the only place in the world I want to be is wherever you are." -Grant Morgan”
“His lips reached mine and enveloped them, soft as velvet and yet unyielding.”
Source: Storm and Silence
“His lips slid over her ear. "My mind shares yours. If you're determined to go through with this, then know whatever this takes you, you won't be alone, Tansy. I'm strong. I'll find your mind and I'll bring you back." "Last time I broke into a million pieces." "I'll find each one.”
“His lips slowly twitched. “As a gentleman, I think you should sleep off the drugs in your system.” Again, his wide, full lips curved wickedly. “Unless you plan to move your hand lower, then I might forget I’m acting the gentleman because, really, I’m not all that gentlemanly.”
Source: King Cave
“His lips so soft, yet so stern, he pressed his mouth to mine. "I will have both of you," he said. "My Sentinel and my city. And the GP will learn exactly how stubborn we both can be.”
Source: Wild Things
“His lips soften into a smile that cracks apart my spine. He repeats my name like the word amuses him. Entertains him. Delights him. In seventeen years no one has said my name like that”
“His lips tasted cool and sharp, peppermint, winter, but his hands, soft on the back of my neck, promised long days and summer and forever.”
Source: Shiver Trilogy (Shiver, Linger, Forever)
“His lips tasted of cherry and some unique flavor that could only be described as Trey-licious.”
Source: Double Time
“His lips touched hers, just a brush, once, twice, over the full softness of her lovely mouth, discovering what she knew of kissing. With devastating instinct, she echoed him, dragging her lips softly across his, with his, until the desire in him was coiled so tightly his limbs trembled from it.
"Susannah." A ragged whisper. She sighed a warm breath out against his lips and brought her other hand up to hold his face; in her hands he could feel her tension and urgency. And he'd meant to linger over this kiss, to take it deeper with delicacy and finesse, and then to end it, but he found he could not. His desire was suddenly untenable; he was convinced only the taste of her could ease it. He touched an impatient tongue to her lips and coaxed them open. When she parted her mouth he sought her tongue, and discovered, with a low sound in the back of his throat, the hot, silken sweetness inside her mouth. Her tongue tentatively moved, tangled with his. Oh, God.
"Like this?" she whispered.
"God, yes," he breathed.
She smiled against his mouth.
"No smiling," he murmured. "Only kissing."
Their mouths moved languidly over each other at first, nipping, delving deeply, retreating. And gradually it built to urgency. He rose up over her to take his kisses deeper still, to taste the contours of her mouth, teeth clashing against her teeth, and still it never seemed enough. The sensation was like soaring in place; Kit couldn't feel the ground beneath him, or the air above him; he was aware only of the sweetness of the woman joined with him, and distantly he marveled, he'd never felt quite so lost. He tucked his hip in firmly against hers, astounded at how painfully aroused he was.
"Sweet," he murmured, moving his lips from hers to kiss, to nip beneath her chin, to draw his tongue down the cord of her throat. Her breathing was rushed, and with the rise and fall of her chest he could see the tight darkness of her nipples beneath the fine fabric of her dress. "Sweet," he sighed again, moving his mouth to breathe against her breast; he touched his tongue to her nipple through the fabric. She caught her breath at the sensation, arced up a little to meet him. And as she did, his fingers, five feathers, began to stroke the tender skin inside her thigh.”
Source: Beauty and the Spy
“His lips turned upward. “Man told you to lick salt off me, but he didn’t say where you would be licking the salt from.”
Source: Truth or Dare?
“His lips twisted. ‘Met. So tame a word for it. It was not a meeting, Veronica. I was introduced to her and it was like finding a part of myself that had been somehow walking the earth without me. She was my other half when I had not realized I was incomplete.”
Source: A Dangerous Collaboration
“His lips twitched, his hand rubbing circles in the center of her back. "You want to dance some more, or can I bring you home?"
"Where is home?"
"With me.”
Source: It Happened One Summer
“His lips twitched upward, and warmth spread through him as he said, "I can't dance."
"Dancing is for people who don't truly appreciate the buffet."
"I have nothing to wear."
"I'll find something for you."
"The nobility will gossip about you until the day you die," he said. One last attempt to talk sense into her even though he knew it was a lost cause.
"They need a new hobby anyway." She smiled at him.”
Source: The Wish Granter
“His lips were approaching hers, but she could not taste sin. Not yet. Not
until she knew the name of this golden haired man, so her soul could sing
his name for the rest of eternity.”
Source: In Her Dreams
“His Lips Were As Soft As A Pillow And As Wet As My Vagina!!!”
Source: Remember My Name
“His lips were calling her to where warm kisses play.”
Source: Dear George, Dear Mary: A Novel of George Washington's First Love
“His lips were salty from the hike, and his stubble rubbed against the top of her mouth--- two things she didn't know could be sexy, but absolutely were.”
Source: For Butter or Worse
“His lips were soft and dry. If Justine's had felt like a butterfly on my cheek - a moment of surprising grace - Victor's were like a contract between us. A promise that I was his, and he would keep me safe.
I kissed him back throwing my arms around his neck and pulling him closer to sign my own name to the contract between us.”
Source: The Dark Descent of Elizabeth Frankenstein
“His lips were sweet and gentle. As their mouths moved softly against each other, her heart swelled. Oh, this... this was divine.
His tongue gently pushed against her lips as if it wanted to gain entry. She had assumed that this would've been a quick, obligatory lips-only kiss, but she was pleasantly surprised she was wrong. She wanted more, more of him, more of his heat. She opened her mouth for him, and damn. He tasted like the rum from the ponche, and he smelled like freshly chopped firewood. Adrenaline pulsed through her body as he explored her mouth and pressed his hard body against her soft one.”
Source: Kiss Me, Mi Amor
“His lips were sweet. Like rich honeyed-wine. Like the tang of wild berries. Like nothing I'd ever tasted before.
His mouth was gentle but persistent, coaxing my lips apart as his tongue swept inside me, tasting, exploring.
I moaned against his lips. My body was on fire. I gripped his shoulders as we kissed and felt his hands move to my hips, encircling my waist and pulling me closer against him until there was no space between us left.
The heat of his body against mine was a tantalizing lure. The kiss promised endless possibilities that made me dizzy to envision. I wanted to fall to the forest floor and pull him down with me.”
Source: Queen of Roses
“His lips were two wicked slashes, his eyes ice, and his perfect skin more marble than she remembered, pale and smooth and impenetrable.
In his church, there'd been a hint of twisted playfulness that softened some of his merciless edges. But all of that was gone. He'd lost something since she'd last seen him as if he'd been a touch human before but now he was not.”
Source: Once Upon a Broken Heart / Caraval / Legendary / Finale
“His little brother.
Always his little brother.”
Source: Crimson Rivers
“His locked, lettered, braw brass collar, Shewed him the gentleman and scholar.”
Source: The Poetical works
“His lone breaths- everywhere to be with him
Hope survives one more day, losing all fear
With the cold night's touch through shivered scheme,
His new day reminds of another year
From the poem Sonnet For A Man (Part II)”
Source: To Evince the Blue
“His long fingers curled around the back of her lace thong, pulling the material taut against her wet fold. "I'm a big guy, and you know I always deliver.”
Source: Make Me Up
“His long jacket, so black in the semi-darkness, had about it, in the sunlight, a greenish tinge that suggested decay.”
Source: Boy in Darkness
“His long limbs propelled his body in Daphne's direction and she willed her knees not to buckle like a fainting Victorian heiress....
His smile almost took her out. Daphne tried to remember how humans breathed air -- inhale, exhale.”
Source: History Lessons
“His long looks were the thing in the world she could never have enough of. What she felt was that, whatever might happen, she must keep them, must make them most completely her possession.”
“His longing is such that Rex's absence becomes something like a presence, a scalpel left behind in his gut.”
Source: Cloud Cuckoo Land
“His longing wove new patterns into the shiny black of his sphere. This time, he would kill. The thought satisfied him. He loved life for its propensity to be taken, loved the act of taking it.”
Source: Obsidian Secrets