She placed her hand atop his, assessing him.
The woman sprawled atop him shook, her blood smearing his hands.
A milk glass vase with a spray of daffodils rested atop the table.
We've tripled the guards atop them and gathered the people into the center of the city.
The town car moved at a quick pace, bringing them to a mansion atop one of the private, gated drives tucked away from sight along Skyline Drive.
He ignored them and went to a place only he knew, stopping when he was atop the graves he sought.
He rested his chin atop her head, knowing there were no words to comfort someone who hurt so deeply and regretful that he caused this pain.
He snatched her hands and pinned them above her head with one hand, settling his weight atop her as he reached down to undo the buttons of his trousers.
Battles raged atop the walls, on the narrow stairways, at the base of the walls.
The object of his surveillance was seated at a back table in the coffee shop, sipping a cup of something with frothy cream atop it.
Cynthia, while not as apprehensive as Edith had been, was obviously uncomfortable watching the climbers, especially from atop their precarious positions.
Jonathan looked confident atop a Welch gelding.
Betsy exclaimed as we caught our breath, standing atop the highest point for thirty miles around.
He placed the bone atop Cynthia's jewelry box on their bureau and climbed into bed.
Amid boxes, lamps, and glassware of every description sat the old man, atop a trunk, snuggled between the two maiden ladies from Indiana.
She gripped it, vision blurred and balance precarious atop the four-inch heels.
She sat on her bunk while Lankha climbed atop his.
His solid, warm body atop hers immobilized her and he pinned her wrists to the bed, silver eyes blazing and elongated fangs resting on his full lower lip.
He chuckled and lowered her onto the bed, his body atop hers.
She breathed deeply of his scent and listened to his heart beat from her position sprawled atop him.
With exaggerated care Cynthia mounted the wooden catwalk atop the penstock, holding Dean's hand tightly.
A typical year saw four hundred inches of snow fall atop Red Mountain, a hundred and seventy-five inches in Ouray, and perhaps a foot in Montrose, all within fifty miles.
As he hurried down the narrow plank catwalk atop the penstock, he caught sight of a woman stumbling toward him.
The first gate consisted of a few dozen men better armed than his team atop a thick steel wall with an iron core.
He heard the shouts before they reached the helipad atop a cliff overlooking a valley.
Elise shouted, leaping atop the nearest boulder with her laser aimed at him.
He stood atop nearly 11,000 feet of mountain gazing in wonderment at the spectacular view below him as he strained to catch his breath.
His closest friend and advisor, the Original Immortal Jule, waited for him atop a horse.
His shoulders hunched instinctively as he felt the eyes of the guards atop the walls on him.
Apart, and he could not help but recall he had not been atop a woman in far longer than he pleased.
There were unmistakable signs of hastened activity: guards lined up to draw horses from the stables while several more hurried from their posts atop a wall to the area near Sirian.
She recalled falling asleep atop her horse as she rode down the quiet, darkened path toward home.
They reached a small group of horses, and the boy vaulted atop one, offering his hand.
The numbers atop the walls had been doubled, a sign of impending battle.
The night she fell asleep atop her horse for the first time in her life.
Cursing, he went to the wall overlooking the meadow and spotted Vara atop his horse, awaiting his signal at the edge of the forest.
Servants scurried to prepare it for the feast while Memon sat atop his throne, Sirian before him.
Vara nodded and vaulted atop his horse, wheeling it to face him.
She sighed, content to rest atop him.
He had been outside, atop a ladder, removing Christmas lights when the two checked in to Bird Song, the Dean's bed and breakfast.
After dressing in double sweaters, wool knickers and stockings, they racked their skis atop their jeep and drove south from town into the mountains.
A vehicle, a mud-splatted Blazer, with skis in a rack atop it, followed her and slowed as it passed the building.
A naked, unconscious woman lay atop the island in the center with five men with red eyes chewing on various parts of her body, one on each leg, one on each arm, and one at her neck.