Give many kisses to little sister and much love to all.
To surrender even one night to this man, one night of his tender touch, heated kisses, and hard body…
He trailed hot kisses down her neck.
Deidre flung herself into his arms, pulling his face down to spread kisses across his features.
Her breath caught as she recalled his searing touch and gaze, his passionate kisses, his confidence that nothing in this world would stop him from getting what he wanted.
She could feel it in his soft kisses on her neck, in the way he whispered her name.
He chuckled hoarsely and spread butterfly kisses across her forehead, hugging her against him even tighter.
He withheld kisses and blood, refusing to sate either of her cravings.
He quoted, trailing hot kisses along her collarbone.
Deidre reached up to him and fluttered kisses across his face and neck.
Deidre had never seen him like this, as a quietly commanding figure, capable of lethal force one moment and gentle kisses the next.
Forced into hiding by the circumstances of the past two weeks, Gabriel's yearning for his mate emerged stronger than ever at her passionate kisses and touch.
"Deidre," he whispered, fluttering kisses down the side of her neck.
He bent his head, his warm lips planting gentle kisses along her neck and shoulder.
She was lost in a haze of heat and dark spices, of his hot kisses and solid strength, until his touch left her.
"Wanna stay a little longer?" he whispered, nipping her neck then trailing kisses towards her collarbone.
Lana yielded without any sign of hesitation, returning his kisses with timidity born of both inexperience and hunger.
In a moment she was clinging to him, rewarding his hungry kisses with promises she didn't intend to keep.
When his fingers laced through hers and his palms pressed her hands against the wall next to her face, his kisses became ardent.
For a few moments he teased her with light quick kisses, until she captured his neck with her arms and forced him to hold still.
His lips left hers, softly planting warm kisses on her neck.
His warm lips touched her shoulder, planting soft kisses along it and up her neck until her heart was pounding.
Darian's scent and touch overwhelmed her while his hot kisses set fire to a desire stronger than any she'd ever experienced.
Her kisses had made his body sizzle.
She fluttered butterfly kisses across his face, thrilled at the heat and strength of his body so near hers.
His kisses were intoxicating, and this was no place to loose control.
She hugged the girl and fluttered kisses across her features, until the teen protested loudly enough for Xander to hear.
Her lips were parted as if for kisses, her eyes large enough, he saw himself reflected in their depths.
The kisses continued, and his tongue flickered out to taste her skin.
His hands moved over her body possessively, his hot kisses on her lips and skin working her into a frenzied state of desire unlike anything she'd felt before.
He wanted to hear her whisper his name after they made love and flutter soft kisses with her full lips across his face, the way she had the other night.
The toe of the famous statue of the apostle in St Peter's, Rome, shows marked wear caused by the kisses of pilgrims. In the Roman Church a distinction is made between Latvia, a worship due to God alone, and Dulia or Hyperdulia, the adoration paid to the Virgin, saints, martyrs, crucifixes, &c..
They poured balsam on the sepulchre of the saint, washed it with their tears, and covered it with their kisses, in the belief that they were thus assuring themselves of his intercession or testifying their gratitude for his assistance.
The Semite or savage who sets up a sacred stone or Bethel believes indeed that a divine power or influence enters the stone and dwells in it, and he treats the stone as if it were the god, kisses it, anoints it with oil, feeds the god in it by pouring out over it the blood of victims slain.
Jessi fluttered kisses across his face, ignoring the tears on hers.
Xander fluttered kisses over her face, as gentle with her as he was brutal with the Others she watched him kill.
"I don't want you to swoon or to fear me," he said and trailed kisses down her jaw.
Even his kisses, his hot touch, felt like lies.
His hands roamed her body, and she returned his hot kisses, wanting him with the same lust she felt from him.
"Ours gives us kisses," said Charlot.
I send many kisses and hugs with letter.
With much love and two kisses From your little friend HELEN A. KELLER.