Neck Sentence Examples

He pulled her close and kissed her neck softly.

She caught her breath, warmth crawling up her neck again.

Her neck was tender and swallowing was painful.

She encircled his neck with one arm, noting that his breathing didn't seem at all labored as he carried her across the creek.

Suddenly she jumped up onto a tub to be higher than he, embraced him so that both her slender bare arms clasped him above his neck, and, tossing back her hair, kissed him full on the lips.

The blood pounded in her neck and temples.

He rubbed the back of his neck.

I don't want you fainting and breaking your neck or something.

Then he turned away and rubbed the back of his neck in that way he did when he knew he was wrong but wasn't sure why.

I could see the way Ginger looked; all her beauty gone, her beautiful arched neck drooping, all the spirit gone out of her flashing eyes, all the playfulness gone out of her manner.

Warmth crawled up her neck as she grabbed her nightgown and pulled it over her head.

She touched her neck and felt the scars.

His neck turned red.

She rubbed her neck, agitated.

But the emotional side of him wanted to wring the man's neck.

Around Billina's neck was a string of beautiful pearls, and on her legs were bracelets of emeralds.

I think she would like to put her two soft arms around your neck and hug you.

Sonya trembled all over and blushed to her ears and behind them and down to her neck and shoulders while Nicholas was speaking.

His warm lips kissed their way down her neck and across her shoulder.

Warmth raced up her neck.

Finally he leaned forward and stood, rubbing the back of his neck.

She lifted the hair off her neck and sighed as she paused in the shade of a huge oak tree.

She immediately looked in the mirror at her neck.

The blood bounded back into her neck.

She caught her breath as the blood lunged painfully up her neck.

The idea brought a rush of heat to her neck.

Lifting the hair off the back of her neck, he applied the cool towel.

A wave of warmth rushed up her neck and broke over her cheeks.

Darkyn touched her neck.

When I made most noise he would stretch out his neck, and erect his neck feathers, and open his eyes wide; but their lids soon fell again, and he began to nod.

Alex climbed into the car beside Carmen and placed his arm protectively on the back of the seat behind her neck.

Alex retrieved her from Felipa and shifted her so that she sat on his arm, one of her arms around his neck.

Her wandering gaze came up to his face and warmth shot painfully up her neck.

Would it have been better if I had fallen off and broken my neck?

Finally Alondra guided an Amethyst necklace around Carmen's neck.

Warmth ran up her neck and she bit her lower lip.

Carmen rubbed her sore neck and searched the room for Alex again, but didn't find him.

One glance at the picture and his neck turned red.

When she re-entered the bedroom, he was propped up on a pillow, his eyes closed and the blankets tucked around his neck.

Wet auburn curls were plastered around her pale face and the back of her neck.

Then she unbuttoned the first few buttons on his shirt and slipped her arms around his neck.

Carmen jerked her arms from his neck and sat up.

Carmen left her chair in one quick movement and circled his neck with her arms, kissing him on the temple.

A warm flush started up her neck.

He shook his head and rubbed the back of his neck.

Color crawled up his neck as he carefully placed the fork across his plate.

Alex ran a hand through his hair and rubbed the back of his neck.

Quint knew he should quell the ire that surged up and pounded in his neck.

His warm breath on her neck sent her heart in a flurry of wild beats.

Carmen turned on him, warmth shooting up her neck so quickly that it was painful.

Color crawled up his neck and his gaze shifted to the coffee mug.

Connie returned with a cool damp rag which she placed on Lisa's face and then the back of her neck.

She felt the hair rising on the back of her neck.

His long fingers traced her jaw to the hair on the back of her neck.

She waited for him to release her, but his lips moved across her cheek and down her neck with soft caressing kisses.

As his grip on her relaxed, she stepped away from him, a flush creeping up her neck.

His piercing gaze lifted to her face and the hair rose on the back of her neck.

Her arms encircled his neck, and her lips met his eagerly.

She could feel it in his soft kisses on her neck, in the way he whispered her name.

Finally his big hands left her waist and moved to her shoulders, working out the stiffness in them, and then on to the back of her neck.

He kissed her neck lightly, his arms holding her in a loose embrace.

A cold chill crept up her spine, raising the hair on the back of her neck.

Her arms stole around his neck and she ran trembling fingers through the soft hair on the back of his head.

His warm lips left hers and started down her neck, forcing a moan from hers.

Len knelt in front of her and examined her neck.

Either he was sticking his neck out to protect her, or he wasn't involved in anything illegal.

His lack of response sent a painful flush into her neck.

She walked stiffly to the closet, deciding quickly on a pair of blue jeans and a light shirt with a collar that would hide most of her neck.

His gaze dropped to her neck and he reached out, lifting her chin to examine it.

His face was livid, the veins standing out on his neck.

You lay the reins against one side of his neck, like this.

Instantly his hands came up to her elbows, forcing her arms around his neck.

Adrienne felt the rage tearing at her lungs, plucking at her nerves until she wanted to twist Julie's neck off.

She slipped one arm around his neck and returned the kiss, answering his question.

A cool breeze touched her cheeks and neck.

She shifted her attention to the fire and rubbed the beginnings of a crick from her neck.

She could feel the warmth of the blush as it crawled up her neck.

Warmth flooded her neck and crawled up her cheeks.

I'd better get a screwdriver and tighten that ladder before you fall and break your neck.

She watched his tall figure move gracefully down the hall, forcing unwelcome warmth to crawl up her neck.

Her heart was pounding hard and warmth invaded her neck.

He reached out, gently slipping a hand behind her neck.

Her arms slid around his neck of their own volition and she pressed close to him passionately returning his affection.

She whispered softly as she slipped her arms around his neck and returned his passionate kiss.

I could have wrung her neck.

Martha shouted, throwing her arms around my neck and kissing me on the lips while I still clung on to my steering wheel.

I nicked the side of her neck, just enough to bleed.

I'm willing to stick my neck out but I can't until I get some answers from you.

Before I could, the door was kicked open I was grabbed about the neck in a strangle hold that gagged me and a knife jabbed upward under my chin!

I reached up and touched bandages, on my neck and the side of my head.

You'd break your damn fool neck, Sid.

The fascination little visitors were a rare in our neck of the woods.

I wished Dan luck and thanked him again for sticking his neck in the noose on our behalf.

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.

Fiery pain tore through her as he stabbed her in the neck.

The only skin not covered was his face and part of his neck, both of which were channeled and knotted by scars.

The hairs on the back of his neck rose as she stopped in front of one and pushed the door open.

Bianca hugged him, and Dusty resisted the urge to pull her away and snap the vamp's neck.

He froze on the bottom step, the hair at the back of his neck standing up.

She wore the camisole that amplified her breasts, her curls captured at the nape of her neck.

Dusty wondered what the hell was wrong with everyone around him and rubbed the back of his neck.

He rubbed his neck, unable to shake the feeling that something was wrong.

He clamped a hand around the back of her neck and yanked her to her feet.

He snatched her neck and shoved the phone at her.

The hair on the back of his neck had been standing for the past mile he'd walked, only he wasn't entirely certain why.

He'd nearly reached the end of the alley when the hair on the back of his neck rose like it did when a Watcher was present, only this was no Watcher.

She placed the medallion around her neck and admired it in the mirror, vowing not to think of the man whose presence plagued her.

She fingered the coin around her neck as she lay before the fire.

Jule rubbed the back of his neck.

Whatever was in the house, it wasn't human, or the hair on the back of his neck wouldn't be standing on end.

Jule stretched his neck back and shook out his arms in the cold night.

Jonny snatched the vamp by its neck and slammed it down to the table.

Jenn sensed the next vamp charge her and spun, burying her knife in the neck of the nearest before she lashed out with a kick at the next.

The vamp whose neck he held had a look of horror on its face, and the air around them buzzed with magic.

She indicated the new bruises on her face and neck.

He released her and pulled free the necklace around his neck.

Yully eased away as he placed it around her neck.

His gaze dropped to the necklaces at her neck before he stepped aside.

The hair on the back of his neck rose, and he tensed, waiting for the creature to materialize.

She took it, his power moving through her and making the hair on the back of her neck stand on end.

Jenn watched, confused, until he lowered his head to her neck.

Yully touched Jule's medallion at her neck.

She rubbed its forehead and leaned forward to touch its neck, marveling at how soft its hair was.

Absorbed by the horse, she didn't feel the hair on the back of her neck rise.

Yully wiped her tears and flung her arms around his neck, fluttering hundreds of kisses across his face.

Relief flooded her, and she flung her arms around his neck.

Rainy rubbed the back of his neck, pensive.

They gazed at each other until she felt red creep up her neck.

Several rounds drove him back, and he ducked a blow aimed at his neck by Jilian.

Damian shoved the other end of the tube into his neck, releasing his power.

He shifted his hand to her neck and held her in place, placing his bloodied wrist against her lips.

Damian hissed beside her, his grip on her neck tightening.

He pressed her back against the couch, and she yielded, her hands touching his face, his soft hair, his neck.

He touched her face and trailed a finger down her neck, between her breasts, and rested his hand on her stomach.

His eyes went to the symbol at her neck, and one eyebrow shot up.

He's an inch away from wringing my neck, Sofia said, following.

The hair on her arms and neck stood up.

The image on his bicep was the same she wore around her neck.

She pulled the necklace from her neck.

There was a tug at her neck, and she touched it, surprised to find the necklace gone.

Warm blood splattered her neck and face.

Damian's heavy ring hung off a chain around her neck, and she clenched it.

Her heart soared, and she touched the ring at her neck.

Damian replaced his necklace around her neck, a small comfort until his work in the European front was finished.

Deidre closed her eyes as Darkyn's arm snaked out to grab her neck.

Deidre's hand went to her neck, where Darkyn had placed a slender collar.

He grinned at the attempt and grabbed her hair, yanking her head back to expose her neck.

He placed her hand at his neck.

With his other hand, he removed the slender collar he had placed around her neck when she arrived.

His touch went down the side of her neck, lingered on her collarbone then continued down her arm.

He nuzzled her neck, and she tilted her head.

The nip of his fangs at her neck, inner thighs and breasts almost drove her over the edge while his hot tongue and hands explored every part of her.

She found herself nipping back at his chest and neck, something she'd never done before.

His fangs sank into her neck.

She bit his neck gently, not wanting to hurt him despite the strange dream and hunger in her body screaming to be filled.

He nudged her head to the side to reach her neck, and she pushed back, refusing.

Hot nips started down the side of her neck.

Overwhelmed, she instinctively tilted her head in submission, exposing her neck to him.

He nuzzled her neck.

She touched his neck with trembling hands and felt his pulse.

She withdrew her teeth from his neck, not at all certain what to think of what she'd done.

She treaded to him and pulled his head down to kiss her then nudged it aside instead to reach his neck.

He growled in response and nipped her neck, pushing her away roughly.

Her face warmed at how desperate she'd been for a single drop of him, to feel him inside her while his fangs sank into her neck.

Deidre reached up to him and fluttered kisses across his face and neck.

He chuckled as she nibbled timidly at his neck.

She pushed his chin aside with more force and kissed his neck before closing her eyes and letting her fangs sink into him.

Before she could tell him she'd changed her mind, sharp pain penetrated her neck.

She reached for the band around her neck securing the dress.

He touched her hair and the sensitive skin around her neck.

He snatched her neck and squeezed until her ability to breathe was hindered.

Without releasing her neck, Kin spun her and locked the arm around her body again.

He dragged her by the neck down the hallway.

He placed a knife at her neck.

He lowered his head and nudged hers aside, nipping at her neck.

Surprised by the intimate motion that seemed meant to comfort her, Deidre glanced up at him before nuzzling his neck.

His dark eyes swept over her, lingering at her neck, where her wound had healed with Darkyn's power.

Deidre's body grew warm from the inside out as he nuzzled her neck, preparing to bite her.

This time, she felt his fangs pierce her neck and jerked.

Chuckling, he pushed her head away as she tried to reach his neck.

She bit his neck harder than she had before, and he chuckled.

She nudged him again, this time nuzzling his neck.

At the feel of his hot breath on her neck, she tilted her head.

She fed, ensnared by his scent, until she was soothed then tucked her head in the crook between his neck and shoulder.

His hand circled her neck to release the clasp of her dress.

He nuzzled her neck in response.

She nuzzled his neck the way he did to her when she was upset.

The demon lord gripped her neck.

He made no move to bite her or kiss her, simply studied her, his thumb stroking the pulse in her neck.

He didn't drink long, and she nuzzled his neck then found his lips with her own.

The very thought of crawling into a dark hole in the ground caused shivers of ice on the back of his neck.

It's human, unless there's some large primates in your neck of the woods.

The other demon snatched the back of her neck, and she gasped.

Stunned, Deidre placed a hand to her neck and lifted it away.

Hot, throbbing pain was in her neck, and she felt woozy.

Cora dropped to her knees beside her and pressed Deidre's hand back to her neck.

He reached out to tilt her chin to the side to see her neck.

His large hand was unexpectedly gentle as it settled on her neck over where the demon bit her.

He reached out to her again and pulled her hand away, placing his against her neck.

She pressed her face to his neck.

One arm tightened instinctively around her while he lifted the other to touch the soft skin of her neck.

Her breathing was quick, the pulse he felt in her neck flying.

Her hand went to her neck, and her thoughts grew disturbed.

His dark hair was pulled back at the nape of his neck.

Her hands were soon roaming his body curiously, resting on his jaw and trailing along his neck.

Her eyes traveled with intent interest over his face and followed the trail of her fingers down his neck.

His velvety tongue was hot against her neck and her lips and as he pleasured her in ways she never experienced before.

The faded signs of massive scarring were on one side of her neck while there was blood on the other, as if someone had just hurt her.

While she looked healthy, she bore blood on her neck that made him feel ill at the thought that Darkyn was bleeding her dry.

His attention fell again to the bloody neck of Darkyn's mate.

He snatched the arm and whirled her, arm sliding around the neck of the mysterious person.

Darkyn's daughter was unable to speak with the damage done to her head and neck.

With little gentleness, the Dark One took her neck when she was close enough.

He leaned down; kissing the soft part of her neck that pulsed with excitement.

Destiny drew back, clutching Alex around the neck possessively as she stared at Lori.

He pealed Destiny from his neck and handed her to Carmen, his voice softening as he spoke to Destiny.

His neck colored, but otherwise he gave no indication he knew what she was talking about.

Capturing his neck in the noose of her arms, she snuggled her body close to his.

The blood was pounding in her neck when he nibbled on her earlobe.

He kissed her hungrily at first and then gently untangled her arms from his neck.

She lifted her head and kissed his neck.

The idea raised hair on the back of her neck.

She captured his neck in the noose of her arms, directing his head down to her with a gentle touch of her hand on the back of his neck.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and snuggled her face against his cheek.

Destiny wrapped her arms around Lori's neck.

She knelt in front of him and stood on her knees, lifting her arms to encompass his neck.

Warmth invaded her neck and cheeks.

Lacing fingers behind her neck, she arched back, feeling the muscles in her back stretch.

He bent his head, his warm lips planting gentle kisses along her neck and shoulder.

Leaning back in the chair and lacing fingers behind his neck, that bland gaze roved over her face again.

This time when he released her, the blood pounded in her neck.

She stepped forward, lifting her arms to encircle his neck.

She molded her body to his, capturing his neck in her arms and forcing his lips to hers.

She hugged his neck and welcomed his warm kiss with eager lips.

When her fingers caressed his arms, he leaned down and kissed her neck, below her earlobe.

She turned around and put her arms around his neck.

Deidre saw the strange flash of a red, glowing tattoo on the lady's exposed neck.

Guessing the compass only worked in the mortal world, Gabe emplaced it around his neck before picking up the green emerald – the form a soul took after death – and peering at it.

A demon tore off his neck and face and drained him of blood.

She tilted her head to the side, exposing the delicate skin on her neck in an unmistakable invitation to the demon side of her mate.

With Rhyn nuzzling Katie's neck already, Gabe sensed they weren't going to make it to their bedroom a few floors up.

He rested his hand on the base of her neck, the warm energy of their bond moving through him.

Darkyn gripped her neck, shoving her into the wall.

Handsome and lean, he wore slacks and a collared shirt left open at the neck with the long sleeve meticulously rolled in a faux casual style.

The hair on the back of her neck rose, and she glanced around.

Deidre wrapped her arms around his neck while his went securely around her body.

She tucked her head into the crook of his neck, breathing him in.

Ducking her head, she buried her face in the nape of his neck again.

He wanted to snap the Ancient's neck.

Toby stood beside a plainly pregnant young woman with blue eyes and a tattoo across her neck that resembled the one on Deidre's back in color and otherworldly script.

He cupped the back of her neck with one large hand, brushing his thumb along her cheek.

Her forehead rested in the nape of his neck, and she focused on the steady, slow rhythm of his heartbeat.

One bicep filled the hollow of her neck while his other arm was tight around her midsection.

His arm fell away, and she repositioned her neck over his bicep.

Gabe gave him no chance to run or fight but snatched his neck.

Gabe snapped his neck.

Gabe rubbed the back of his neck.

It was of Darkyn's fangs sinking into the delicate skin of her neck.

Darkyn gripped her neck with one hand and tilted her head to the side.

He reached for her neck again.

Instead of grabbing her, he slid something cool around her neck.

Her fingertips touched the metal choker he slid around her neck.

There was scarring on her neck from where he'd bitten her.

He reached for her neck.

At first, the thick leather around her neck felt like a whip.

The fingers around her mouth and neck maneuvered her head to the side until her ear was near her shoulder to expose the delicate area before both fell away.

It slid into her neck, the sound making her nauseous.

She rubbed her arms and touched the slender choker at her neck.

His white-silver hair was long and clasped at his neck, his bronzed face and forest- green eyes displaying no emotion.

For a moment, she thought she saw tattoos blaze across his neck and then disappear.

She fully intended to return the gown and tanzanite jewelry dripping off her ears and neck, but for the night, she enjoyed feeling like Cinderella.

A man walked calmly through the crowd, strange red tattoos glowing all over his body, similar to the tattoos she'd seen on David Kingsly's neck when he invited her to the gala.

His hand gripped her neck loosely.

She sipped it, rubbing the back of her neck.

He wore a glowing talisman on a leather chain around his neck.

He snatched her neck and rose, jerking her off the chair.

She rubbed her neck, sensing the evil and determination in his tone.

He tore into her neck, and agony seared straight through her.

The healer's soft hands took away her headache, then the throbbing in her neck, and worked on the other parts of her body until she felt whole again.

She relived the bloody scene in the banquet hall, heard the creature panting her name as he came against her thigh and then tore through the other side of her neck.

She touched her neck delicately, tracing the scars.

He raised a hand to block, but she kicked him in the groin, and then in the neck.

She jerked the amulet off his neck, and the lighting flickered.

He gripped her neck and tilted her head.

He nuzzled her neck, his breath hot against her skin.

There was a pinch and numbness as his fangs sank into her neck.

He released her neck, touching it with a thumb that burned hot enough to singe her skin.

He gripped her neck in one large, roughened hand, tilting her head.

At long last, she felt the warmth of his breath on her neck.

He looked her over, eyes lingering on her neck.

Aside from the scarring, a maroon tattoo seemed to wind all the way around her neck.

She turned slowly and craned her head to confirm the design covered every inch of her exposed neck.

She'd never in her life wanted a tattoo, but to have some blood-sucking, shape changing, ill-tempered, inhuman beast's name on her neck was infuriating!

She scratched at the tattoo winding around her neck, furious with him.

Her eyes were drawn to the Rhyn tattoo snaking around her neck like a collar.

The geometric shapes changed as they circled her neck rather than stuck to a pattern; she assumed it was some kind of writing.

Even without some sadistic creature's name around her neck, things would never be the same.

He'd claimed her as his, and the tattoo around her neck proved it.

She wrapped the scarf around her neck and almost felt normal.

He'd find her no matter what, and he wasn't going to be swayed by her neck next time.

His eyes flashed, and she hurried to stand before him with her neck craned back to meet his gaze, toe-to-toe with the beast.

He took her throat in one large hand, his thumb stroking the sensitive skin of her neck.

She closed her eyes and offered her neck, surprised to find her pulse quickening in excitement.

She caught her reflection in the mirror, and the sight of the tattoo around her neck infuriated her.

She was on her way back to her room with the scarf securely wrapped around her neck and the whiskey that had fallen mercifully into an outside trash bin without busting when she felt the change in temperature.

His gaze fell to her neck.

Grass tickled her hands, a chilled wind nipped her neck, and the scents from her vision intensified until she was near gagging.

Rhyn pulled the scarf he hated from her neck.

The woman's gaze dropped to her neck, and Katie caught the troubled look in her eyes before she hid it.

Willing herself not to cry, she pointed to her neck and said instead, "Do you know what this means?"

His silver gaze went to her neck and flared.

He touched her neck, and she waited, assuming he'd take blood from her despite his distaste of alcohol.

He lowered his head, and she bared her neck.

He nipped her neck, and she gasped, embarrassing herself.

His lips traced the line from her neck to her jaw with small, hot kisses, sending exquisite shivers through her.

His gaze went to her neck as he fell silent.

Even if not for Rhyn's name scrawled across her neck, she'd draw attention.

She looked at the tattoo on her neck and slathered lotion on it, wishing it were paint.

He wrenched her head back and gripped her neck, nuzzling it.