She didn't object when his fangs bit into her, instead sighing as the comforting warmth consumed her.
Sighing again, she opened her door.
Sighing deeply, he told Rita he was finished for the day, jogged down the stairs to his car, and fought the late afternoon crosstown traffic to Ethel Rosewater's office.
The first mouthful tasted like bitter honey and she drank the bottle down, sighing again.
He dropped the rag from his mouth and rolled his eyes, sighing with exasperation.
Sighing, Jessi tried tapping the ground, waving her fingers, even using her ponytail to try to lure the cat out.
They got out, and she lingered, sighing in happiness at the pleasure she was likely never to experience again after this week.
She dropped into the car and started it, sighing at the throaty growl.
And sighing disdainfully, he again changed his position.
"Yes, Dmitri, clean ones, please," said the countess, sighing deeply.
"It's all over; but I am a coward--yes, a coward!" thought Rostov, and sighing deeply he took Rook, his horse, which stood resting one foot, from the orderly and began to mount.
Then, sighing, he added: My son's fate is in your hands.
One night when the old countess, in nightcap and dressing jacket, without her false curls, and with her poor little knob of hair showing under her white cotton cap, knelt sighing and groaning on a rug and bowing to the ground in prayer, her door creaked and Natasha, also in a dressing jacket with slippers on her bare feet and her hair in curlpapers, ran in.
My brother dined with me yesterday--we nearly died of laughter--he ate nothing and kept sighing for you, my charmer!
First she heard her mother praying and sighing and the creaking of her bed under her, then Madame Schoss' familiar whistling snore and Sonya's gentle breathing.