Every muscle in her body was sore.
Only the machines kept his body working.
After the doctor left, Carmen stood over Destiny, looking down at her tiny body while she slept.
She snuggled close, letting his body draw warmth from hers.
Just then the buggy tipped slowly over upon its side, the body of the horse tipping also.
What was it he said that day in the mountains... a body could be lost in those hills forever?
She came to her feet, stretching her body to its maximum height.
The yellow skirt of her sundress was molded to the soft curves one side of her body by a breeze.
On the day of his rescue he had seen the body of Petya Rostov.
He left the wallet with the body so no one knew the card and papers even existed, much less were stolen.
Before this crowned Gargoyle had recovered himself Zeb had wound a strap several times around its body, confining its wings and arms so that it could not move.
Suddenly Dolokhov made a backward movement with his spine, and his arm trembled nervously; this was sufficient to cause his whole body to slip as he sat on the sloping ledge.
Instead, she allowed him to gently turn her body so that he could gaze into her eyes.
Her body was sticky with perspiration and her clothes were caked with dust.
Regarding disorders and disabilities: We should be able to repair, heal, or replace any part of the body not functioning at the level the person with the disability reasonably wishes it to.
In fact, if you laid out all the DNA in your body, it would stretch from the sun to Pluto.
The length of her body was strikingly out of proportion to her short legs.
A body could get lost out here and never be found.
There's no reason to feel embarrassed about a normal body function.
I am thankfully ensconced in my perfect house on wheels, mended in body but seething in mind.
I was ready to close the site from pure frustration when a notice of a recovered body caught my attention, big time.
Jim's ears were standing erect upon his head and every muscle of his big body was tense as he trotted toward home.
Pierre turned his whole body, making the sofa creak.
For a moment he held Zach, body in one hand and head cradled in the other.
"That's because the brain is the strangest tool of the body," Quinn answered.
Howie's body began a strange movement we knew to be his effort to move more rapidly.
It was a warm day, and he was surprised to see so great a body of ice remaining.
He leaned his whole massive body across the table.
A stern expression of the lofty, secret suffering of a soul burdened by the body appeared on her face.
The smile melted from her lips and her body chilled.
She was draped across his lap so that his body shaded her from the sun and he was fanning her with her hat.
In 1543, Andreas Vesalius published On the Fabric of the Human Body, which corrected errors from antiquity and advanced the medical sciences.
His body was the nearest available leaning post, so she helped herself, burying her face in his chest.
But soon the way became too narrow for his body to pass through.
He knelt beside Sean's body as he spoke.
The warmth of his body made her senses tingle with both need and happiness.
She saw Cody's broken body again in her mind and pushed it away.
His scent drove her body wild, the mix of sweat, darkness, and man.
Every man is the builder of a temple, called his body, to the god he worships, after a style purely his own, nor can he get off by hammering marble instead.
The warmth from his body enveloped her mind in a thin casing of security.
And now the Tin Woodman arrived, his body most beautifully nickle-plated, so that it shone splendidly in the brilliant light of the room.
So how about this instead: What if I can show you a future where everyone on the planet will live in good health as long as it is possible for their body to live?
In 1628, the first complete explanation that blood flows through the body in arteries was published.
They forget that my whole body is alive to the conditions about me.
Indeed, her whole body is so finely organized that she seems to use it as a medium for bringing herself into closer relations with her fellow creatures.
"Oh, yes!" she replied; "because last hour I was thinking very hard of Mr. Anagnos, and then my mind,"--then changing the word--"my soul was in Athens, but my body was here in the study."
She had inherited vigour of body and mind.
Who knows what the human body would expand and flow out to under a more genial heaven?
He carried close to his leg a narrow unsheathed sword (small, curved, and not like a real weapon) and looked now at the superior officers and now back at the men without losing step, his whole powerful body turning flexibly.
After much effort I dragged myself up, so that my leg hung down on one side and my body on the other.
Yes, our body is just a machine for living, that is all.
You see, I have bullets enough in my body already.
Beyond a certain limit no mechanical disruption of the body could hasten the process of decomposition.
Lisa gingerly settled her body on the couch.
I was to record his eye and body movements.
And yet, there was something about her that suggested she was in uncharted waters - maybe body language.
His body was discovered in some bushes near the ocean, up the coast.
I was afraid it would get moldy in that tin body of yours.
She jerked her head up and stared at him, letting the nightgown fall loosely around her body.
She sobbed and begged them to let her out until Carmen felt like her heart was being brutally wrenched from her body.
Her head felt like it could float off her body.
Was he actually concerned about the fact that she might have been killed, or that his hideout might have been discovered in a search for her body?
You'll stop fighting when the breath is gone from your body!
For the moment, the soft couch was a haven to her exhausted and aching body.
Finding nothing, she spread the blanket and lay down, pulling part of it over her body.
She dropped back on the blanket and yanked it over her body.
She must have let her shoulders droop, or maybe it was her trembling body.
She crawled toward the sound and snuggled up to his warm body.
Who would wake from that sleeping body?
His hands slid down her back to her waist and stopped, drawing her against his warm body.
It was a weird sensation; I was moving like walking in water but I had no sense of my own body.
Her killer was pulled over the next day by an observant trooper shortly after dumping the young girl's body.
No stone left unturned until I see the blood of my tipster-nemesis flood the ground beneath her panicked body.
He waved a thumb at the body being worked on.
A nurse was unhitching things from my body and asking if I could sit up.
I watched as they removed him, a sheet over his body in a clear indication of his lack of immortality.
I do know the body wasn't found for six weeks.
All parts of my body ached and the prescription I was taking caused my head to spin.
He'd have no reason to remove her body and dispose of it somewhere else.
I lifted the sleeping child to my arms, and holding a concealed knife against her body, told the frightened woman to follow me, in silence.
Heat sensors haven't located any body heat unless they're below ground level.
You hear his body speak of the death in him?
If you listen really hard to what his body tells you, you can save him.
No one wants to die, and his body will tell you what it needs from you.
Something about the man made her feel safe, and the warm electricity in her body made her sleepy.
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.
A naked, unconscious woman lay atop the island in the center with five men with red eyes chewing on various parts of her body, one on each leg, one on each arm, and one at her neck.
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.
The man was in his prime with silver hair and dark eyes, a handsome face, and a body as muscular as Talon's.
She was in a car with one of Talon's men, her crumpled body at an awkward angle jammed in the small area between the backseat and the driver's seat.
She tested her body, dismayed when her limbs felt too heavy to lift.
She strained against her own body again, panic floating through her at her helplessness.
The cool energy her body produced when she healed streamed through her, rousing her as it repaired the latest damage.
She felt the poison in Talon's blood, but whatever poison ran in the devil's body was inseparable from him.
She heard the gunshots getting closer, one body at a time.
Darian lay on his back staring at the ceiling with brooding golden eyes, his horribly scarred body hidden under turtleneck and gloves and socks, even in the safety of his room.
The bed molded to her body with each movement, encouraging her to stay there even longer.
She rolled onto her side, body aching from exertion.
She changed and took the shears, hiding them against her body as she approached the door.
His cheekbones were high, his chiseled face matching the chiseled body.
She felt his body heat from the short distance between them and recognized his scent from the sheets.
She ate quickly, looking from his perfect body to her scarred forearms.
His body rejected the bullets, and they popped out of his chest.
Her whole body trembled.
Goose bumps rose all over her body, and he dried her as quickly as he could before draping a bathrobe around her.
He really didn't want her to lose the spark of life he'd found as appealing as her body.
He smoothed her hair from her face and rested his hand against the soft skin of her exposed thigh, admiring her body.
He pulled the robe over her exposed body, feeling the urge to run to the gym or call Jenn for a quickie to relieve the sexual spring within him.
He looked at her again, taking in her warm features and shapely body.
He wrenched the attacker across his body and pinned him beneath his own body weight.
He released one of her wrists and leaned over, slapping it, before returning to the warm body beneath him.
He focused on the woman whose body was pressed beneath his.
He couldn't shake the fire in his blood or the sense of how soft her supple skin, how warm her body felt beneath him.
The cool energy came when she summoned it, and his body directed it where it was needed.
Her breath caught as his body sucked up her cool energy.
Though his body didn't speak of it, she directed her power towards it as well.
She tasted like honey, and he reveled in the warmth of her body, her hot mouth.
He kissed her long and light, enjoying the sensations of her body as she became aroused.
Her lips grew hungrier, her breathing quickened, her body warmer.
Darian's voice reminded Dusty of the world outside Bianca's body.
He drew her into his body, reveling in the flow of her cool energy.
He smoothed her bouncy curls, wanting to let his hands continue down her body.
His body screamed for him to follow and let Toni handle whatever it was Iggy wanted.
Jenn ran small wand over her body, eyes expertly taking in her skin.
His eyes lit up, and Bianca flung herself into his arms, thrilled to feel her brother's lanky body again.
The poison she thought she'd cleared from his body lingered.
She loved his scent, the feel of his hard, warm body against hers.
He recalled how soothing her hug had been earlier and itched to feel her soft, warm body in his arms again.
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.
Yet he couldn't shake the memory of her body against his, the way she'd looked at him last night.
His body sucked healing power from her.
The lingering sickness in his body fled, gone for good.
I put my hand on them and I wait for their body to tell me what's wrong.
A shadow crossed her screen, and she snapped the cell against her body.
If she didn't know better, she'd say whatever the poison was, it felt like what lingered in Jonny's body.
His eyes turned black, fathomless, and she knew whatever creature possessed the human body was loosening its grip on its powers.
His own body told her he was spent.
He removed the bulletproof vest and the body armor on his arms and legs to help free his movement.
The storm roared in through the ceiling, hail and water pelting her body while thunder deafened her.
He'd stopped draining her healing power, and she felt a change in his body.
His body drank her healing power.
Unaffected by Darian's magic, Bianca touched Jonny's lifeless body, recalling the Watcher's words.
She concentrated as hard as she could, listening for his body to speak to her.
She gasped as the mist swallowed his body and paused at Dusty's, creeping up his boot without harming him.
His body shook, and he flung his head back to the sky with a hoarse shout.
She looked at Dusty's still body, feeling overjoyed and fearful.
His body drank what healing she had to give.
She flung her arms around him, the sweet smell of innocence and softness of her body making him melt.
Bianca's cool magic ran through his body, repairing all but his exhaustion.
Damian's silver-white hair was braided down his back, his thick body causing him to sink two inches into the mud.
"Sweetheart, there's not an evil bone in your body," he said, amused.
She turned, her body tense and her large green eyes swimming with fear and dread.
He wrapped her arm around her throat as he pulled her into his body and held her there with an arm across her chest.
She wasn't going anywhere in her position, and her body shook from cold.
His teeth rattled at the raw energy coursing within his body.
Her father knelt beside the still body.
Her father had disappeared into thin air with the body of the man he called Jule.
The man before her looked pretty human himself, with beautiful brown eyes and a body unlike any she'd seen before.
The air between them shimmered with his body heat and her magic, and he didn't flinch away like normal people did.
She laid it across him then straightened it to cover his body.
He remained relaxed, his large body radiating heat in the cold room.
The tension melted from his body at the sight of her petite frame and swirling silver-blue eyes.
He ducked a fist and maneuvered around a kick, snatching the intruder's body and shoving it into the wall.
She tried to yank free, and he pulled her body against his, moving them both into the alcove.
Her body fit perfectly against his, warming him in the drafty hall.
Pain radiated through his body from where she'd shot him, and his normally pliant temper was near the snapping point.
Her body was stiff from her father's blows, her blood racing.
There was a thump as the car smacked a body, and her eyes flew open.
Jule's opponent was standing in her headlights, staring at her, while Jule's body rolled to a stop a few feet away.
She strained under the weight of his body, and they staggered to her car.
"What was that thing?" she asked, her whole body trembling.
"You're getting weaker," she said, as aware of his condition as she was his warm body.
His body was burning up.
His body shook uncontrollably, and something warmed his side.
He pushed himself up, glancing at the Magician's body.
His body was on fire again, and sweat trickled down his face.
Yully moved towards him and dragged his fevered body close to the fire again.
They weren't safe together, especially since the powerful connection between them was driving her body crazy just sitting so close.
She pulled both into her body.
His body took it this time, and his soul didn't laugh at her as it had when she tried to turn him into a rock.
In fact, his sleeping body welcomed her energy.
Instead of responding, she concentrated on pulling his energy into her body then pushed it back.
She'd touched his soul, and now she touched his body.
"I want Jule's body," he said.
Light and dark seemed to bend to avoid him, leaving a haze around his body.
His body rippled with angry power that made her keep her distance.
He'd never been human, and he had no idea how long it took for a human body to heal.
Jule ignored him and tested his body.
I found his body behind his bar.
Jule's gaze dropped to the blanket-covered body laid carefully on the living room floor.
Her grip on his hand tightened, while she loosened her grip on the foreign magic in her body.
Yully's eyes closed, and she focused hard on feeling something other than Jule, whose presence still lingered in her body.
The magic crept up through her shoes and into her legs, warming her body as it went.
Yully struggled to control the energies into her body, still leery of the invaders.
Jule, whose soul had somehow lingered in her body when she'd touched him, and who had become the only man she'd ever felt safe around.
She changed quickly out of her sleepwear and loaded her body down with weapons then drew a knife and her gun.
Jonny's body was bloodied and beaten, though his pulse was strong.
She stepped back over his body, unwilling to lower her guard against the large vamp whose gaze was on her.
Only two forms and a body draped in black remained on the cliff side.
The closer she stepped to Jule, the more her body hummed.
She did, stepping apprehensively to the foot of Sean's body.
Sean's body collapsed beneath the blanket, and the ocean's wind whipped the cloth into the air.
Jule's eyes glinted with the magic in his body, and the air around him shimmered in a different power than that of her father.
Her breath caught, and he pulled her into his body.
He felt cold as soon as he stepped away, and the urge to touch her again thrummed through his body.
Her body ached to feel whole again, as she had last night in his arms.
Jule positioned them around his body.
Her pulse was flying, and her body cold.
His warm body materialized beside her.
Her father dragged half a body from the center of the site to the edge.
Yully's eyes went to Rourk's body.
Yully pulled what she could of his energy into her body.
Panting, he rolled onto his back, unable to regain his balance while his body twitched from magic.
His body seemed too weak to contain his newfound power.
Her eyes were glazed, her body too hot.
Yully's body bucked in his arms, and she opened her mouth in a silent scream.
He indicated the body of the Other at Xander's feet.
He looked at the body beneath him and kicked it.
She hit the punching bag harder, sweat dripping down her body and soaking her leggings and sports bra.
The mess in Ireland earlier made her body crawl in memory of the dangerous power.
He sat beside her bed, his large body awkward in the small chair.
His dark gaze was steady, his body rippling with the power she couldn't quite pin down.
You can have her over my dead body.
Her body was beginning to ache more, from her battered hands to her bruised cheek from when she'd fallen after fainting the night before.
A deeper ache, as if she had the flu and every muscle in her body was on fire, was made worse by sleeping on the cold floor.
Jake looked over at her still body, feeling somewhat guilty.
She'd stepped near him in her dream, until he swiped at her, and she tried to free a scream from her frozen body.
It didn't take much for her to imagine what the body beneath the tight shirt was like.
His hair was silver, his body broad-shouldered and muscular.
Her body was beautiful, curvy, with large breasts.
There was no denying the sensation of sweat dripping off her body.
His body responded with a surge of desire he gritted his teeth against.
A sheen of sweat coated his body, and his white-blond hair was back in a braid.
She'd never seen a man so strong, and she couldn't imagine talking to him without remembering how beautiful that body was.
You'll eventually have additional requirements to sustaining your body.
A slow, languid smile crossed his features, one that made her body flush and ache for him.
He clasped his hands behind his head, giving her an unobstructed view of his body.
She strained and bucked against the bindings, her body seizing.
Every instinct in his body ached to feel Sofia alive.
He sealed his skin around the tube, forced the flow downward, and placed his hands on her, forcing her body to accept his blood.
Dizziness washed over him, and he his body strained to Travel.
Her body bucked, and her eyes flew open.
She touched her face, her arms, her body.
A burst of need washed over her as her body responded to his scent.
It took every ounce of her willpower to keep from devouring his body with her eyes.
She closed her eyes, body on fire as she drank from him while imagining what his mouth could do to the rest of her body.
His head remained shoved under a pillow, and his body relaxed, as if he were falling back asleep.
He pulled her into his body, even as she refused to look at him.
She closed the door behind her, dressed in clothing that accentuated her large breasts and tight body.
His body was warm against hers, and she resisted the urge to wrap her arms around him.
His body drew her, and his scent surrounded her when he knelt beside her.
His gaze was trained on her with an intensity that made her body warm from the inside out.
Traci was stunning, from her supermodel body to her delicate, elfin features.
His presence was overwhelming, and her body reacted with both terror and lust so strong it made her head spin.
An eerie quiet followed, and she wasn't sure if he'd shed his human body and take out her and everything else.
Damian's head was bowed, his tense body still.
It was one thing to offer her body, but her heart, her soul … he would take all of her, consume her completely, irrevocably.
Just thinking of him made her body heat and her heart flip.
He'd tucked away the necklace thousands of years ago after finding it among the pieces of his brother's body.
He placed the ring on his finger, his body buzzing with lust and anticipation.
Sofia withdrew, staring at the dead body in front of her.
Renewed by the blood, more sobs wracked her body as she thought of Damian and how badly she'd destroyed any plan Dustin or Jule could make.
It involves removing your body parts, one at a time.
There was one vent in the ceiling, not large enough for her hand let alone her body.
Unable to move, she panted, body convulsing with aftershocks from the attack.
Pierre led them to the empty, well-lit helicopter hangar, where several men crowded around a still body on the hangar floor.
He had a throbbing headache, and his body didn't respond the way it should.
Damian twisted, surprised to find his body stiff with the simple movement.
Her heart sang as she realized she hadn't lost him after all, her body echoing the desire on his face.
His eyes were closed, his body hunched and hands clenched together.
She turned to see his gaze on the ground, his body braced as if for a blow.
White-gray fur covered a body with moth-eaten wings, a hideous face and yellowed fangs.
It wheezed, its body bent by time.
As he spoke, he peeled off his shirt to reveal a whip-like, muscular upper body coated by a thin layer of tan skin.
Gabriel's body was built for power; Darkyn's was crafted for agility.
His skin was smooth and warm, stretched taut over an athletic body.
His body was covered with faded scars that fascinated her, made her want to trace the lengths of them with her fingers then her tongue.
Deidre found herself leaning into his solid frame without resistance, entranced by the combination of his hot, hard body and cool fire on her swimming senses.
He slid her dress free, his hands moving over her body possessively before he lifted her and carried her to the bed.
His body was solid and strong, the sensations of his skin against hers and his scents intoxicating her.
He eased into her body at first then made love to her hungrily, relentlessly pushing her deeper into the haze of pleasure and desire, until she arched beneath him, her body on the verge of shattering.
She bit his neck gently, not wanting to hurt him despite the strange dream and hunger in her body screaming to be filled.
His voice was hoarse, his body straining.
She cried out, body convulsing under waves of pleasure intense enough to push her towards unconsciousness.
Deidre stopped fighting her body's cry for sleep and fell into a deep, dark slumber.
It was of his lean body pressing her into the bed while they made love.
It had to be a dream, except that she remembered the heat of the skin beneath his shirt and tracing the scars she knew covered his body.
Her body was trembling.
Her body responded to him in a way that made her angrier.
He pulled her into his body, and the intensity of the strange hunger within her expanded.
Darkyn responded by removing his hand from her body.
Sensing she was yielding, Darkyn drew her into his body.
Need was thick in her body, an inhuman craving she knew now how to satisfy.
Deidre eased against him, the tension fleeing her body.
She could neither control her body's reaction to it nor satiate it.
His solid body was on top of hers yet unattainable.
He alternately let her feed just enough to drive her mad then drank from her, while he commanded her body relentlessly.
Her body entwined with his, she breathed in his scent as deeply as she could.
Darkyn was quiet and still, his body relaxed for the first time since she'd known him.
Her whole body deflated at his mocking tone.
Wynn's eyes fell to her fangs again then drifted down her body.
She saw the same woman here as she did in Hell: sultry and sweet, beautiful of face with a body enhanced by the dark dress.
Darkyn rested his hands on her hips and drew her into his body.
It raced through her body, lulling her into a strange trance of heightened senses while he drank.
His gaze lingered then went over her body.
Without releasing her neck, Kin spun her and locked the arm around her body again.
The death dealer stripped off his shirt and weapons to display a muscular body.
He took her arm with one of the hands that had explored every part of her body not two weeks before.
She leaned into his body.
Deidre stopped only when they were toe-to-toe and leaned into him, needing the heat and solidness of his body to quiet her distress.
Deidre's body grew warm from the inside out as he nuzzled her neck, preparing to bite her.
The brief pain turned quickly into pleasure intense enough that she began panting, her hands roaming his body.
When he lifted his head, her body was roaring with need.
He wrapped an arm around her, securing her body against his.
She didn't move from Darkyn's body.
Wynn propped her upper body with pillows.
It showed him in battle, his hardened body moving with unearthly speed and agility against enemies that were obscured.
He wore black pants that hugged his lower body to reveal the lean hips and long, muscular legs.
He handled weapons as if they were extensions of his body, never dropping them or misplacing a strike.
His warmth was comforting, his hard body her home.
Chilled by the cold ocean wind, Deidre pressed herself against his warm body.
Her body trembled from emotion.
Too exhausted to move, she closed her eyes as he pulled her into his body.
Even if his features were young and his body lean, he wasn't able to hide what he was.
Her body calmed instantly.
His hands moved down her body, and he nudged her head aside.
His features were emotionless, his body not yet relaxed completely again.
Deidre approached him until close enough to feel his body heat.
The fire flared brighter, lighting up his body.
Except that, on his body, it was her name written in black.
She had been over every inch of his body numerous times without seeing the marking.
When he was finished, he pulled her into his body and bit her hard.
His hands ran down her naked body possessively.
The thought brought a shiver that coursed down her body as she tried to picture the scene as she and Caleb stumbled deeper into the mine.
He forced calmness into his voice as the thought of a wayward body resurrected very unpleasant memories.
Dean was hoping to find it or at least telltale signs that a body had decomposed on this spot, but no such evidence was apparent.
With the DNA you could tell whose finger it was, if you happened to have the rest of the guy's body or a few squirts of his liquids.
The time frame was right for it to be the body of Senior Dawkins's mine manager, slain there in 1961.
Lydia lived in a newly constructed condo on Oak Street as it drifted out of the main body of town and became the back road to neighboring Ridgway, ten miles away.
It wouldn't be very smart to leave the body in your own mine property.
Besides, Dean thought, Randy—single or married—probably has more sense than to get knocked on his ass by a zillion pounds of water pressure aimed at his body.
She continued to hold onto him, sobs wracking her body.
Billy Langstrom's body stared out from beneath the overturned Jeep, eyes open, a look of mixed surprise and horror on his young face as he lay in a pool of darkening blood.
His partner, a woman, lifted Dean's shirt from the body.
He changed into a clean shirt as he briefly described hearing the accident, climbing down to investigate and discovering Billy Langstrom's body.
He tried to formulate a non-accusatory question but the image of Billy Langstrom's crushed body kept getting in the way.
Getting shot isn't something I'm proud of, but I can assure my opponent, regardless of the body part hit, there isn't anything funny about it.
He sprinted, geared down, and just lolled along, experimenting with his body's reaction to the various phases and ultimately pleased with its response to his multiple tests.
If the body were there, someone would have discovered it.
Then the body might have been there for much, much longer.
Perhaps the body is much younger—only ten or twenty or thirty years old.
You said so yourself—you've got no real evidence a crime was even committed—you lost the body!
It never did say if they found his body.
Brandon Westlake sighed, the tiredness in his old body apparent.
The body was pretty far back and even then, we were lost before we crawled our way out.
Why didn't you bring the body over to the river?
Every time the phone rang for a year, we were sure someone had found the body.
"No, no, no," Cynthia moaned as Dean bent over the bleeding body of Brandon Westlake.
His soul was … lost soon after we threw your old body into the deepest chasm in the mortal world.
Cool air made all the skin of her naked body prickle.
The strongest memory in human-Deidre's mind: the moment she realized she'd made a deal with the Dark One, when his fangs had pierced her body.
Something warm drifted through her, and her body felt like it was floating.
Just under seven feet tall and muscular, he wore all black with weapons strapped to various parts of his body.
The soft bed was warm from her body heat, and she found herself running a hand over the downy comforter while she tried to understand the emotions within her.
It wasn't coming out the way she practiced it, maybe because Gabriel was sitting close enough that she wanted to lean against him instead of the bed and place his large hands on the parts of her body hidden by clothes.
Could he then merge two souls together into a single body?
No matter how many Deidres were shoved into that perfect little body, she'd never have the control over him she once had.
His gaze traveled her body as she bent over the bed and stretched for a maroon sweater.
Gabriel drew her into his body, and she tucked her head against his shoulder, so she didn't have to look at him.
The warmth of her body made him not want to let go.
Gabriel knew they were loyal before he placed hands on their heads based on their body language.
Her lips were soft and warm, her body molded against his.
And yet, he couldn't deny that Deidre was back or at least, a woman who had the knowledge of the goddess and the body and heart of a human.
Her body was on fire, her hands shaking, her thoughts so scattered, she wasn't able to think.
She wasn't going to fall under the spell of Gabriel's strong body, his passion, his taste.
Those huge hands had started to explore her body in a way that left her feeling feminine, delicate, and willing to let him take control in a way she never permitted him before.
She shook her head, her body relaxing involuntarily.
Gabriel rose from his position crouching over the body of someone he knew.
You want Erik's body taken to the basement at the castle?
His gaze lingered on the body of his half-brother.
Of course, it was possible that Darkyn combined the souls into Deidre's new body, after raising her from the dead-dead.
Perhaps the other body hadn't been salvageable.
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.
His thick body was at her back, and he shifted close enough to remain in contact while his large hands settled on her arms.
She blinked, pulling her attention from the heat racing through her body.
The panhandle fed into the roughly circular main body of the lake, and she paused.
Her lean body handled the strenuous task easily.
Gabriel trailed her, resisting the urge to wrap her shivering body in his arms.
She didn't just have the body of a human and the knowledge of the goddess; she wanted to help him enough that she was willing to overcome her fear.
The human feared a relationship with someone who wouldn't share more than his body.
Deidre sank against him, and he wrapped his arms around her trembling body.
Her hands were soon roaming his body curiously, resting on his jaw and trailing along his neck.
He loved that she was curious about his body.
His one-night stand last week made him appreciate what it was to have a lover who was as infatuated by his body as he was hers.
He squeezed lightly then circled his arms around her, pulling her into his body.
Her own body burned with emotions she couldn't control: love, happiness, and a hunger so deep, she thought she'd die before he sated her.
She wasn't expecting his gentleness or the level of his interest in exploring her body, a combination that rendered her breathless before her clothes were off.
Dozing after his insatiable passion, she roused herself when one of Gabriel's hands moved down her body.
He took her arm with one of the hands that had explored every part of her body – or the body he thought was hers - not even a few hours before.
Dressed in the seductive clothing of Hell, her body's gentle shape appeared voluptuous, her narrow shoulders exposed, her round hips and breasts enhanced.
The black dress she wore fit her like a second skin, outlining every curve, dip and nook of her body.
Gabriel took in her body and face again.
She rose and paced, the dress tracing her movements in a way that made his eyes follow her body.
She turned to look at him without leaving Darkyn's body.
The body went limp.
By the trembling of her body, she wasn't going to be on her feet much longer.
All eyes were on him as he held the infant in front of him, one hand under her body and the other supporting her head.
Carmen lay still for a few minutes, soaking up the body heat from Alex.
Reluctant or not, his body heat was welcome.
Capturing his neck in the noose of her arms, she snuggled her body close to his.
Destiny touched its soft furry body and stubby ears.
His body smelled of sweat and liquor.
His hand was dirty and he smelled – body odor and liquor.
With her body no longer active and demanding attention, her mind was free to wonder.
Alex might be alive in body, but he was no longer the man she had married.
The idea of teasing him with her body was a little frightening, but if that was what it took...
Body language announced that he was emotionally reacting – something his facial expression didn't betray.
When his hands found her waist and drew her close, passion came without warning, completely consuming her body and soul.
She molded her body to his, capturing his neck in her arms and forcing his lips to hers.
His body was tense, his memories flowing unabated.
His gaze went from the sky to her to the body at her feet.
With forest colored eyes and an athletic body, she towered over most men.
There was a body at his feet.
No matter where the compass pointed, it led him to the correct body.
He knelt over the latest body with a glance at his forearm.
His body was hidden in the brush near a beach.
His elbows were propped on his knees, the trench falling back to show a lean body, flat stomach and muscular thighs outlined by the soft material of his pants.
Deidre was surprised to feel her body grow warm from the inside out.
She shivered, as much from the warm current working its way through her body as the cold ocean breeze.
Her sense of self-consciousness grew as the physical contact made her appreciative of the size and heat of his body.
She moved to face him, distracted by the fact he shifted his body to keep from breaking their physical contact.
Surprised at her body's eagerness, Deidre said nothing.
The heat of his body sank through her clothes, and the idea of his hot skin pressed to hers made her lower belly burn.
She wanted to feel his large hands on her body and to find out what it was about him that made her feel like he was the only real person she'd ever met.
He wrapped an arm around her and pulled her into his body.
The desire lighting her body was hot and aching, as if her body innately knew how well he'd satisfy her.
There was something primal in his low growl that made her body boil.
His next kiss was consuming, hungry yet sweet, teasing her with a hint of promise and driving her body to new heights of awareness.
The restlessness was gone from his blood, his body relaxed in a way he couldn't remember feeling.
Every night, he had to be better than the night before: More creative, more sensitive to her body.
When her body ceased convulsing from an orgasm, she'd kissed him with tenderness and asked him how she could make him as happy.
His guard hadn't lowered; it crashed as he let himself experience every part of her body, her cries and the passionate spirit that held him captive on the beach.
Aroused again, he reached over but didn't feel her body.
He came back to search the body of Logan Myers and figure out what it was that Rhyn wanted him to know.
His body tensed to the point of snapping.
His body was wiry and lean, his skin golden from sun.
Her blood still raced whenever she thought of his hot touch branding her body.
Her body was humming with the stranger's weird energy.
She dropped to her knees, the vision of Logan's faceless body forefront in her thoughts.
Deidre paid the driver and hurried inside, her mind reeling and her body buzzing with the weird energy of the killer who'd marked her.
His body was stiff, as if he wasn't used to hugging her.
She found herself comparing him to the stranger, whose body had molded around hers, as if he was made for her and no one else.
She didn't let herself listen to the instinct that told her the body she'd seen was wearing the clothes she bought him.
Logan, I saw a body on the beach.
Her thoughts clearing, she realized she needed to call the police about the body she found.
I found the body and I thought it was you and I lost it.
His head flew off in one direction while his body dropped.
For the second time in one day, she saw the dead body of her boyfriend.
He snatched her, pulling her into his body before she could struggle.
Her body roared to life at the scent of his dark spices while she fought the urge to break down into hysterics.
Wrapped in his warm body, she couldn't move if she wanted to.
She hadn't planned on jumping off her building, but the events of this night made the idea more appealing than having her head severed from her body or ending up a pile of bones in a bathtub.
He sat down across from Deidre, and she would've tried to run again, if her body worked right.
Her body grew heavy, and she slumped.
He'd managed to peel off his sweater and rinsed the blood off his body in the surf.
There were no trench coats outside of the underworld he'd consider wearing, but he pulled on a soft black t-shirt and strapped a few sheaths to his body.
Her petite, shapely body was clothed in jeans and a tank top.
The sight of his name across her shoulders made his body hot with anger and need that left him frustrated.
The softness of her body combined with the power of their bond jarred him.
He dropped his hand from her body before he turned into a liar about letting her choose.
No, she wasn't ready for Gabriel yet, no matter how strongly her body responded to his smallest touch.
Gabriel's strange magic tingled in her body, warming her.
She never did call the police about the body she found.
Relief flooded her as she saw the police tape around the area where she'd found the body.
If Logan's body was the one she found on the beach, who had been in her apartment?
Did you see his body?
"He'd been dead for at least two days, then, long enough for rigor to set in and the body to start releasing gases," Wynn said.
Gabriel knew the body was there; he had to.
But if he hadn't killed Logan that night, what was he doing hanging around a dead body?
He'd calmed her with a simple touch last night and quenched her body two nights ago.
She'd run her hands over his perfect body, marveling at the smooth skin stretched over solid muscle.
Deidre wrapped her arms around his neck while his went securely around her body.
Her body ceased shaking, and her confusion faded, replaced by the hum of the bond between them.
His grip around her tightened at the tension in her body.
He'd drooled over her offer, after wrapping himself around her warm body.
She'd never seen such a beautiful body of water.
His bed was made, and there was no body on the floor.
Before you start to deteriorate and your body gives out on you?
Wynn being cornered by a demon and her body starting to give out on her.
Not that he wasn't armed; he wore a few sheaths strapped to his body.
With a low brow and piercing gaze, gravelly voice, a perfectly sculpted body and rugged features, Gabriel was the sexiest man she'd ever seen.
Mind, body, heart and soul.
Their one night together made her feel alive, and his dark gaze alone was enough to make her body hot from the inside out.
Deidre's body betrayed her, giving a full-form shudder at the rush of heat and energy.
Trees whipped her body, but she drove herself forward.
Her body gave out.
Gabriel lay in front of her and nudged her, until her body opened to him.
It was followed by warm energy that Gabriel pushed into her body to calm her.
Gradually, his warmth sank into her skin, and she lay still, exhausted yet soothed by the heat of his body.
Deidre sighed, her body going lax once more.
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