The scent of flowers came in at the window.
The weather is fine, and the air is full of the scent of strawberries.
The petals were like silk, their scent strong and sweet.
The scent of rain and oil made her nose crinkle after so long in the condo.
The scent of her lotion still hung in the room, and he breathed the amber-vanilla deeply.
She tore out of his room, the scent of his blood ensnared in her senses.
The faint scent was there, pulling her.
They were spinning out of control, fed by the direct contact with him and the elusive scent that was making her mouth water.
The faint, sweet scent was close.
Damian's words swirled through her thoughts, along with the scent of his blood.
Dean instinctively sniffed the air for the smell of cordite but his nostrils picked up only the scent of alcohol.
There was a plate of cookies on the counter and the scent of dinner lingering around the oven.
He breathed in her familiar scent, her curls tickling his face.
Damian's suite was lit only by a blazing fire in the hearth.
The heavy Caribbean air of the Sanctuary was warm and fragrant with the scent of the sea.
Tired, she wiped her eyes, an ache fluttering through her at the lingering scent of Dusty on her skin.
The scent of his blood overwhelmed any objection she could make, and she snatched his arm.
In all his years, he hadn't found anything as soothing to his nerves as a woman's silky skin, heady scent, and warm body.
His scent made her heart quicken and her drowsiness dissipate.
Nay, I was frequently notified of the passage of a traveller along the highway sixty rods off by the scent of his pipe.
She felt his body heat from the short distance between them and recognized his scent from the sheets.
He gathered her warm body in his arms and smoothed away the curls that clung to his face, breathing her deep scent before he dropped into the first peaceful slumber in ages.
She stared at the embroidered tablecloth, tormented by the scent of food she couldn't eat and the visions of death and betrayal that left an acrid taste in her mouth.
The odd scent was closer, and she found herself breathing in deeply to try to capture it.
His scent and heat, the warmth of his magic, the heady sensations of being so close to him … She concentrated on placing her feet and not on his body.
The rustle of the battle of Tarutino frightened the beast, and it rushed forward onto the hunter's gun, reached him, turned back, and finally--like any wild beast--ran back along the most disadvantageous and dangerous path, where the old scent was familiar.
Maybe the man owns a dog himself and Bumpus smelled the scent on him.
She heard the blaring trance music before she opened the car door and smelled the unmistakable scent of marijuana mixed with incense and body odor.
Engulfed in his heat and scent, she relaxed.
The scent, the taste, was unlike anything she ever experienced.
The sense of peace descended upon her again, and she relaxed against him, content to her soul to be surrounded by his scent and heat.
She pocketed her list and trailed him to the area just beyond the patio, where the scent of hot dogs and s'mores greeted her long before she reached the small group circled around a bonfire.
She was grateful; the scent was both nauseating and infuriating.
Her body entwined with his, she breathed in his scent as deeply as she could.
He wiped his face, still able to smell the scent of his mate on his skin.
It smelled sweet and spicy, a scent that always reminded him of pecan pie.
"Well, madam," he began, stooping over the book close to his daughter and placing an arm on the back of the chair on which she sat, so that she felt herself surrounded on all sides by the acrid scent of old age and tobacco, which she had known so long.
"They are on the scent of the cubs..." he whispered, "straight to the Lyadov uplands."
His scent still lingered on her skin, even though she'd taken a shower earlier.
She clamped her mouth shut, unwilling to tell him the sight and scent of blood was already making her want to vomit.
His body drew her, and his scent surrounded her when he knelt beside her.
Except she was suddenly hungry again, the faint, sweet scent winding through her senses.
Too aware of him, she tensed as he crouched beside her, the scent too potent to be a dream.
She loved his scent, the feel of his hard, warm body against hers.
She loved the feel of his warm skin against hers and breathed in his scent deeply.
It is fun to try to steer by the scent of watergrasses and lilies, and of bushes that grow on the shore.
He was conscious of the warmth of her body, the scent of perfume, and the creaking of her corset as she moved.
The scent of the ocean was on the air, and the area in front of them was guarded by tourist police while tourists camped out in small tents up and down the road.
His scent drove her body wild, the mix of sweat, darkness, and man.
Her senses became saturated quickly by his scent and heat.
She fed, ensnared by his scent, until she was soothed then tucked her head in the crook between his neck and shoulder.
She tasted sweet and saucy, like the woman herself, her heat, scent and silky skin filling his senses in a way that left him wanting more of her.
In this room it was almost dark; only two tiny lamps were burning before the icons and there was a pleasant scent of flowers and burnt pastilles.
There it was cool and quiet, with a scent of autumn.
His scent and warmth only made her panic increase.