Jessi gazed up at him, overwhelmed by the compelling aura around him, without understanding it.
He held her gaze, struck by the aura of power around her.
His aura of power, his command and confidence, the sense that—whatever he was—he was something humankind wasn't prepared to face.
Our chore held the aura of planning a vacation, not making a life changing decision.
He'd never been mistaken for a gentleman, but the woman shimmered with a sweet, pure aura that made him feel obliged to behave.
Her eyes were rimmed with red, and her aura was beyond agitated.
She didn't miss the way the others moved out of his way or the way the aura of command around him filled up the room.
He was the sexiest man she'd ever seen, and the swirling aura of command only amplified his physical appeal.
Her blood smelled sweet, and the oddly charged aura around her made his brow furrow.
He was a lean man with gleaming silver- blue eyes, teeth filed into points, and an aura so cold she stepped away.