She held hers up for him to see.
His feelings for her were as genuine as hers for him.
His somber gaze met hers and then drifted to her lips.
Yet he too was an excellent dancer - or maybe everyone's dancing skills were so much better than hers that it only appeared so to her.
His warm lips found hers as he pulled her close.
He slowly lowered his head, and when his lips touched hers, they were warm and firm.
As his fingers laced through hers, she opened her eyes and found Alex watching her.
When his gaze met hers, it was bland.
His big hand engulfed hers gently, yet his grip was strong.
A friend of hers who is a florist asks if she can advertise on the site.
She reaches out and touches the leaves, and the world of growing things is hers, as truly as it is ours, to enjoy while she holds the leaves in her fingers and smells the blossoms, and to remember when the walk is done.
Strong warm fingers touched her hand and a palm slid under hers, forcing her hands apart.
"I'll lock the door," he said, his lips returning to hers and lingering in a way that made her feel weak.
When his warm lips met hers, she returned his kiss passionately.
Alex pulled her too him, his lips seeking hers hungrily.
Only this time his lips left hers and wandered to her neck, sending her heartbeat into frenzy.
His solemn gaze searched hers for a moment before he spoke.
His gaze bored into hers, immediately identifying the source of her apprehension.
Indeed, I feel that the success is hers more than mine; for she is my constant inspiration....
After a few words about Princess Mary and her late father, whom Malvintseva had evidently not liked, and having asked what Nicholas knew of Prince Andrew, who also was evidently no favorite of hers, the important old lady dismissed Nicholas after repeating her invitation to come to see her.
But to the old countess those contemporaries of hers seemed to be the only serious and real society.
He pulled her close in an embrace, his lips warm against hers in response to her silent query.
Gathering her in his arms, he pulled her close - his lips seeking hers hungrily.
Once again he lowered his head, but this time his lips lingered on hers, searching for a response.
She left him there to think about his actions - only he would probably stew on hers instead.
She used a few combs to pull hers into a French bun.
Instead, he assisted her, his lips seeking hers urgently all the while.
Immediately his gaze riveted on hers, searching for every emotion.
Alex's mouth twisted into a wry smile and the dark eyes that sought hers held a trace of humor.
He nodded, the topaz eyes probing hers suspiciously.
Yet, one backward glance at the hard lines of the face over hers reminded her that there was more than the gentle side to him.
One hand on her waist, the other holding hers lightly, he gracefully swept her around.
His gaze lifted to hers and he smiled as he noted the rising color in her cheeks.
His lips crushed down on hers, bruising them as his fingers dug into her shoulders.
His lips became more urgent as they found hers again.
His hand covered hers and he took it in his, kissing it tenderly.
Then suddenly a terrible shriek--it could not be hers, she could not scream like that--came from the bedroom.
He blushed hotly, raised his eyes to hers, and said:
"And because," Pierre continued, "only one who believes that there is a God ruling us can bear a loss such as hers and... yours."
I heard about that affair of hers at the time.
His lips covered hers in a long warm kiss that left her short of breath.
Neither did she, but she wasn't claiming that they were hers, either.
He released her hand, but his eyes still held hers in a hypnotic trance that made her think of Dracula.
His piercing gaze held hers for a moment, and then his expression softened ever so slightly.
He lifted the cup to take a sip and his eyes met hers accusatively.
His warm lips left hers and started down her neck, forcing a moan from hers.
It all appeared innocent until her feet touched the ground, and then he pulled her close, wrapping his arms around her as his lips sought hers hungrily.
The manor house had been built several hundred years ago, and every room but hers was a reflection of her father's wealth.
When she was not looking at him she felt that he was looking at her shoulders, and she involuntarily caught his eye so that he should look into hers rather than this.
His large, glittering, masculine eyes were so close to hers that she saw nothing but them.
He kissed her again more deeply and then rested his forehead against hers with a sigh.
The three voices, hers, Mademoiselle Bourienne's, and Katie's, who was laughing at something, mingled in a merry sound, like the chirping of birds.
She took out some of his and hers so he wouldn't think she was packing to leave him.
Beside his problems, hers seemed trivial.
As his fingers traced a warm tingly path to the back of her dress, hers traced his lips.
She snuggled close to him and his lips found hers again.
She had created this problem and now it was hers to face alone.
His lips found hers, warm and searching for a response.
His plans hadn't worked out, so now he was bitter because hers did?
His face was above hers, the blue eyes tender and searching.
Slowly he lowered his head to hers and his lips found hers - warm and questioning.
She only felt a soft hand taking hers firmly, and she touched with her lips a white forehead, over which was beautiful light- brown hair smelling of pomade.
Anisya Fedorovna's smiling face reappeared in the doorway and behind hers other faces...
Burning lips were pressed to hers, and at the same instant she felt herself released, and Helene's footsteps and the rustle of her dress were heard in the room.
"I not only understood her, but it was just that inner, spiritual force, that sincerity, that frankness of soul-- that very soul of hers which seemed to be fettered by her body--it was that soul I loved in her... loved so strongly and happily..." and suddenly he remembered how his love had ended.
Hers wasn't the only life that had nearly been taken today.
Again he bent his head and his lips questioned hers gently at first, and then with more emotion when she responded.
Lacing his fingers through hers, his palms touched hers – so warm and exciting.
He leaned his forehead against hers, listening to her breathe.
The moment his lips touched hers, she was wide awake.