She gasped and gripped her neck, as if fearing he was some sort of vampire out to suck her blood.
She stepped into his view, and he dropped his arms, throwing back his head to suck in deep breaths.
Deidre tried to suck in deep breaths.
He didn't care that Hell would suck him dry.
She'd never thought she'd find a reason to want some creature to suck her blood; if ever, now was the time.
"I was hanging upside down this morning with Rhyn snarling at me and I thought, this doesn.t just suck, but it.s gotta suck even more for a little human like Katie," Ully said.
"It doesn't really suck," Evelyn sang in such a happy voice that Kiera rolled her eyes.
This handsome gentleman is going to suck your blood and you will enjoy his attention.
Oh, and I get to suck your blood.
Go with it, or they suck your blood in the middle of a photo shoot and then plaster embarrassing pictures of you on the internet.
It has been stated that when present in blossoms they feed on nectar, but it is more probable that there--as on the green parts - they suck sap. In any case, their presence in apple blossoms has been known to prevent the formation of fruit through injury to the essential organs of the flower, and some species do considerable damage to ears of corn.
Many aphides, &c., puncture the leaves, suck out the sap, and induce va:ious local deformations, arrest of growth, pustular swellings, &c., and if numerous all the evils of defoliation may follow.
Only the females suck blood; the act is believed to be necessary for fertilization and reproduction.
In the Malay Peninsula the blood of a murdered man must be put in a bottle and prayers said over; after seven days of this worship a sound is heard and the operator puts his finger into the bottle for the polong, as the demon is called, to suck; it will fly through the air in the shape of an exceedingly diminutive female figure, and is always preceded by its pet, the pelesit, in the shape of a grasshopper.
All the jobs that can, in theory, be done by machines—the jobs that I think suck the life force out of people—will in fact be done by machines.
I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life, to live so sturdily and Spartan-like as to put to rout all that was not life, to cut a broad swath and shave close, to drive life into a corner, and reduce it to its lowest terms, and, if it proved to be mean, why then to get the whole and genuine meanness of it, and publish its meanness to the world; or if it were sublime, to know it by experience, and be able to give a true account of it in my next excursion.
As twenty years before, it seemed impossible that the little creature who lived somewhere under her heart would ever cry, suck her breast, and begin to speak, so now she could not believe that that little creature could be this strong, brave man, this model son and officer that, judging by this letter, he now was.
A poet admires the bee sucking from the chalice of a flower and says it exists to suck the fragrance of flowers.