He crawled onto the bed and lay down beside her, his expression becoming sober.
The warmth spilled onto her cheeks.
As if Matthew thought the encouragement was intended for him, he latched onto her breast, creating a suction that sent tiny bubbles down the feeding tube.
He spooned mashed potatoes onto his plate with a vengeance and said nothing more the rest of the meal.
She climbed onto the vehicle and settled on the soft cushion.
This time he followed the main road for a while before dipping off onto a well used trail.
Then he pulled back out onto the road.
Rachel maneuvered the turn onto the main highway.
She climbed into her wagon and dropped onto the hard seat.
She slapped her hat back on to hide the color in her cheeks and scrambled onto her wagon seat.
Betsy was seated at the table, forking sausage onto her plate and smothering pancakes in maple syrup.
We motored by moderately maintained modest houses and empty spaces before turning onto the main street.
More blood trickled onto her tile.
The lackey tossed her onto a hard couch in the rear of the house opposite a closed patio door.
She rolled onto her side, body aching from exertion.
She rolled onto her back, unaware of how exposed she was.
He tasted blood and spit it out, rolling onto his back with a belly laugh.
She dropped beside him and rolled him onto his back.
Too weak to push it off, he let his head drop back onto the cushion behind him.
She dropped to her knees beside him and pushed him onto his back.
He rolled onto his side.
She gave him an agitated look and rolled onto her stomach, twisting her head away from him.
I restrung it onto one of my chains.
The man in the executioner uniform dumped her onto a familiar surgical table in a room that stank of blood.
It said then concentrated on holding onto the book.
He tossed the hourglass onto a chair.
He overpowered her easily and maneuvered her down the hallway to her bedroom, stripping her and tossing her onto the bed in one move.
She rolled onto her stomach, weeping.
Then he halted, ducked down and began to back up, so that he nearly fell with the buggy onto the others.
He turned onto Franz Josef Street, where he was not supposed to have been, and drove right in front of a surprised Princip.
Once we get the problem off our "to-do list" and stick it onto the computer's, we largely will be done.
This will bring vast amounts of new wealth onto the planet.
Dolokhov, the bottle of rum still in his hand, jumped onto the window sill.
Certainly he must be moved onto the bed; here it will be impossible...
He staggered to the sofa on which Pierre was sitting and dropped onto it, covering his face with his hand.
"Wait a bit, here's a letter for you," said the old man suddenly, taking a letter addressed in a woman's hand from a bag hanging above the table, onto which he threw it.