Smelled sentence example
The place smelled like a mossy garden.
His breath smelled of liquor.
It smelled of earth and sunshine.
The room smelled familiar, and he realized he'd chosen her room.
He smelled of sweat and blood.Advertisement
The car still smelled of blood, and her thoughts went to Jule again as she exited the car.
He smelled like a heady mix of male musk and something so faint and sweet, it made her want to press her face to the skin of his chest for a better smell.
His body smelled of sweat and liquor.
Her skin was soft there, and she smelled of vanilla.
Her skin smelled of their lovemaking, her hair and the sheets of him.Advertisement
He smelled of fresh blood.
He smelled of soap, and his hair was wet.
She didn't remember his passion, the way he tasted and smelled and felt, or the movement of his muscles beneath taut, smooth skin.
He smelled of cologne and something she always defined as masculinity.
His hand was dirty and he smelled – body odor and liquor.Advertisement
He opened to her, and she was thrilled to find he tasted as good as he smelled.
She smelled his blood, felt the weakness of his body when their skin met.
He smelled of sweet rain and dark grasses, his taste just as exotic.
He smelled of his own musk and darkness, an alluring mix that made her blood burn.
And yet, she still felt his hands on her body, smelled his scent, saw the vision from their touch.Advertisement
He heard Hannah crying and smelled the unmistakable scent of human blood before he took a step onto the block. He strode down the block and paused in front of Hannah's cell. She was curled up on the bed, sobbing. When he looked at the cell across from her, he saw why. Jared stood in the cell, covered in blood. The cell looked as if a human had exploded, and Rhyn saw a pile of bones Jared had gnawed clean then stacked neatly.
It wasn't until dawn crested the horizon that he smelled the unmistakable scent of blood.
The second bedchamber smelled of blood, the bathing chamber of jasmine.
As he crossed the dam Prince Andrew smelled the ooze and freshness of the pond.
The aroma of cologne surrounded him and his breath smelled like he had recently brushed his teeth.Advertisement
As she picked up one of his shirts, she smelled the same odor she had smelled last night.
She smelled of her own musk, strands of hair escaping her braid to tickle his face.
The condo smelled of breakfast, and he looked around, satisfied to find it clean again.
The warm farmhouse smelled of gun oil and breakfast.
At once, he felt the brush of her soft curls against the underside of his chin and smelled her amber-vanilla.
Yully awoke in a cozy bedroom that smelled of lavender.
It looked like a war zone and smelled like a cesspool.
This was what she smelled, what she ached to taste.
She smelled something faint, familiar.
He tasted as good as he smelled.
His skin smelled of her, and he breathed it in, loving her scent.
Rhyn was right about the demons; Gabe smelled demon blood and saw the gashes across Logan's throat.
She touched, smelled and tasted everything she could, determined to remember every pleasurable part of every day she had left.
Her time was too short to turn away a tall, dark, handsome, intriguing, dangerous stranger she met on the beach in the moonlight who smelled good.
He smelled like dark chocolate, spices and man, a combination that ensnared her senses and made her want to taste him.
The satiny sheets of the bed smelled of the woman he'd made love to for hours last night.
While she heard nothing, she smelled coffee.
It looked suspiciously like the warehouse district near the Annapolis port, and she smelled the sea on the air.
Rhyn felt suddenly jealous, wishing he could taste what smelled so wonderful.
His gaze lingered on her, as if he smelled her perfume and was trying hard to identify it.
He smelled of rain and night, a masculine musk she found as soothing as his bite.
She liked the way he smelled, how strong and solid his body was.
She and her bed still smelled of him, and she breathed deeply.
She slowed until she smelled the scents of dinner.
It still smelled of him, and she couldn't help wishing he was there, even if all he did was piss her off.
The trails appeared muddy even from the distance and the air smelled of snow.
I just wanted to eat your blood monkey because she smelled so good, I figured she.d taste even better.
He smelled Katie.s, too, and was unable to quell the surge of lust that ran through him.
She.d never noticed how a kid smelled, like fresh sunshine.
He smelled the ocean and stood on a beach of red sand edged with small
It was after his adrenaline tapered off that he smelled blood, and he trotted down a path in the direction of the scent.
Hannah enveloped her in a warm hug that smelled of expensive perfume.
She groaned at tasting him; he was as sweetly spicy as he smelled.
She smelled of woman, a husky, sweet, faint scent.
He smelled of pure, primal man, his own scent mixed with sweat.
The bed smelled of him, and her body ached from the active night.
They called in CBI when they heard about the cut rope and smelled a major problem.
He smelled a rat.
There were two people present; their scent, although foreign, smelled deliciously inviting.
He sat back with the glass, smelled the contents, frowned and took a sip.
She smelled human, real human, almost beyond human.
It smelled natural and so minimal he had to search for it.
I would have smelled it!
He smelled her before seeing her, God, how can a werewolf smell so damn good.
The ones he had run into over the years smelled awful, like a wet dog.
Then he smelled it and had to steady himself with both hands on the counter.
Sarah scrunched up her face as if she smelled something rancid.
All three smelled vampires.
He smelled faintly of cologne and leather and his lips were smooth and...
He smelled of leather and cologne and his breath was warm on her cheek.
Her hair smelled like vanilla, her skin of sweat and woman.
While the covers smelled like Brady, he was nowhere around.
Her skin smelled of him, and she smiled.
She wrapped her arms around a pillow that smelled like him and stared at the wall, distraught by the feelings of both anger and need for the complicated man.
She heard disconcerting sounds of heavy weapons fire in the distance, and the forest smelled as if it were burning.
Jack smelled clean and looked healthy with his long pink tongue lolling out of the side of his mouth.
He smelled the burning trees and metal when Jim opened the door and saw lasers streak through the skies.
Finally, he broke through the thatch of branches and leaves blocking most of the sun. The day was darkening. In the distance, he saw the massive fortress that was Death's, and he saw the Lake of Souls he'd seen in angel memories. He saw birds but couldn't see through the jungle to where Katie might be. The branch holding him swayed in a heavy wind that smelled of rain.
I walked in and smelled something mouthwatering.
No wonder it smelled so good.
The room smelled of over-cleaning with an underlying aroma of cigarette smoke.
It smelled dusty and old.
The barn smelled like horses and leather.
His body felt so good – so warm, and he smelled so delightful.
It was so warm and soft, and smelled heavenly.
He smelled faintly of cologne.
The room smelled of stale air and mold.
A week ago she and Alex had been down to open some windows, but the house still smelled stale.
He smelled the scent of his own skin and hair burning.
She clambered over one and landed beside Darian, who smelled like burnt flesh.
He smelled of pine trees and a bonfire, his earthy scent mixed with the softer scent of soap.
She'd sparred with Darian hundreds of times and never noticed the way he smelled or the heat of his body against hers.
The quiet city smelled of the ocean and the forest.
He frowned and rubbed his face, at once aware that his hands smelled of her.
She sniffed at the cider but found it smelled no differently than she expected.
The room was lit by a hearth and one oil pan, but it smelled completely of her.
The entire bed smelled of nothing but her.
It smelled of musty parchment pages that were cut in different sizes and poorly bound.
The quarters smelled of jasmine, Rissa, and spiced ale.
His hand smelled of weapons, leather, and sweat.
The darkness smelled damp; the air was still and silent.
Suddenly, she smelled a feast of meat and bread.
Her chamber smelled of jasmine, her scrubbed body of flower musk.
He smelled of expensive cologne and felt warm against her chest.
The store looked and smelled clean, and she was hungry.
It was bad enough that she probably smelled, but the warmth from his body combined with the excitement of his proximity left her feeling a little nauseous.
The water smelled so delicious - sounded so soothing.
This smelled sweeter, like nectar.
The warm liquid that filled his mouth was as sweet as it smelled, and unlike anything he ever experienced.
The second floor smelled of coffee, and his was waiting for him on the porch, where he took it every morning.
She smelled like pineapple and brown sugar.
It was crowded but bright and cheerful and smelled of cinnamon.
They were somewhere close; Xander smelled the ocean without seeing it.
It smelled damp, like a cellar.
She smelled the ocean on the air and was surprised to see the strange stone cottage perched in the middle of a field hedged by a stone wall.
Tucking the clothes into the washer, she opened the bag and smelled the contents.
The camp smelled of rancid grease and wood smoke.
The sheets smelled of a man with an ensnaring scent, a mixture of dark musk and soap.
It smelled like the sewer system was overflowing.
She smelled it suddenly and jerked, scouring his body to find the blood whose scent stirred her senses.
It smelled horrible, probably because of the blood-soaked second bedroom.
Bare to the waist, Dean trembled in the cool mountain air until someone tossed him an old flannel shirt that smelled of sweat and cigarettes.
His hand was dirty and he smelled â€“ body odor and liquor.
He tasted like he smelled, rich and musky, his kiss intense enough to dispel the fogginess of alcohol.
Vampires smelled great to humans.
Her fur felt incredibly soft, and she smelled the same as her human form.
The room even smelled like Sasha. Rhyn cursed his dead half-brother silently and left, traveling the black stone halls of the fortress in Hell where he'd spent most of his life. He reached the door before the block of cells where Sasha had collected his favorite creatures in Hell to create his own twisted, private zoo. They'd referred to the sick Immortal as the zookeeper, a creature as deserving of a cell as any.
He heard a groan from nearby and lowered his weapons, the first to step away to see whose body lay before Her. It was Kiki's. Rhyn smelled blood before he saw the soaked clothing of his half-brother. Ignoring Death, Rhyn rolled Kiki onto his back.
His body felt so good â€“ so warm, and he smelled so delightful.
He smelled the tang of blood in the air and looked down at where she held linen over a forearm dripping blood.
He frowned, aware he had not pursued the reason the other bedchamber smelled of blood.
He crossed to the second bedchamber and flung open the door to the wardrobe that smelled of blood.
He smelled the blood of the injured from outside the ER doors.
The wine smelled of ripe black cherries with a lovely sweet texture.
Most household brands, ' family chocolate ', contain vanillin, an artificial vanilla which is easily smelled and produces a nasty aftertaste.
An ' the place was that neglected that yer might ' ave smelled ole Jerusalem in it.
I smelled cigar smoke - nobody smokes cigar smoke - nobody smokes cigars that I know.
Ah, where are the old dears who smelled of lavender and gave small altar boys stripy mints they couldn't crunch!
He smelled some pastries, so he bought some donuts.
It smelled like old mildew mingled with the smell of human feces.
The lobster was returned as it smelled so fishy that we were almost sick and thought that it might actually be off.
The next cage really did have iron bars, and it smelled funny.
Beside she didn't like him, he smelled horrid, and his armor was dirty and old.
When retorted on the mine it was turned out in a black cake so impure as almost to make it impossible to smelled properly.
A waiter brought us a very potent cocktail of something, that smelled of horse liniment and Brian naturally drank both glasses.
The birds were out, the grass smelled superb and the fields looked lush.
Even he had to admit that they smelled " bloody awful " in such moments of unbridled lust.
It smelled rather musty and, in places, the whitewash was peeling off the plastered walls.
They also smelled a strong odor of ammonia emanating from the car.
Natalie isnÃ¢t stupid; having smelled a rat, she is lying in wait.
The stable looked rickety, it smelled of animals and had fragile doors and windows.
It smelled of Africa, that pungent spicy smell from the sage bushes.
The corridor smelled strange, it was the stench of the charnel house combined with the tang of powerful magic.
I took down A Tale of Two Cities by Dickens, and smelled the tang of dust.
In the lovely decorated house, He smelled a lovely roast turkey.
The subway always smelled of wee back then, so I guess it must be pretty unbearable by now.
In lake Peipsi you can find rare species of fish such as the lake whitefish and the Peipsi smelled.
Cycling around Chinese farms where the stink of the pig sties had to be smelled to be believed.
It smelled strong of the fog, like the smell of a washing-house, but with a shrewd tang of the sea salt.
A piece of material, touched, smelled, wrapped is a tempestuous love affair with materials.
The carpet was threadbare in places and the room smelled stale and dirty.
In Lake Peipsi you can find rare species of fish such as the lake whitefish and the Peipsi smelled.
The rabbit, came wrapped in bacon and smelled very good.
The top note is smelled first and is usually the lightest scent.
Through his experiments, perfumes began to be classified by their top notes - the ones most quickly evaporated, thus first smelled.
This Liz Claiborne perfume was some of the best I ever smelled.
Puppy pads are plastic backed pads that are doused in a scent that is not detectable to humans, but it can be smelled by dogs.
The notes should include information on the variety of wine, how the wine looked, smelled, tasted and whether it was an enjoyable experience.
Without knowing it, people may have lead in the paint, dust, or soil around their homes or in their drinking water, since lead cannot be seen, smelled, or tasted.
You want the interviewer to remember you, not what you smelled like.
Have you ever smelled a difference in the air at the base of a waterfall or after a lightning-charged thunderstorm passes through?
Rich people could use beeswax for their candles, which both smelled and burned better, but it was not widely available to the masses.
The air smelled of this on the day we met.
The air smelled of fresh baked pretzels on the day we met.
There's something that is simply timeless about this flower, and no matter how many times you've seen or smelled one, a rose never loses its sensual impact.
It’s not as bad as on SG 1 – Amanda Tapping told me it always smelled cause she was the only girl for the longest time.
She gathered it in a hug and smelled deeply of it.
The car had been shut up long enough that it smelled of old upholstery.
The night air smelled of honeysuckle and pulsed with the sound of crickets.
It was something she had smelled at the University ... but when and where?
The odor she had smelled earlier hung in the air.
It was still warm and smelled of wood smoke.
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.
He smelled of ocean water and blood.
The conference hall was dimly lit, and he immediately smelled the blood of a recent kill.
The air of the dark bedroom smelled of sex and blood.
They smelled too good to eat just one.
She tasted slightly sweet, the heat of her mouth contrasting with the chill of her skin, and smelled of lake water.
He couldn't have been too close or the horses would have smelled him.
Inside, the house smelled of fresh paint and it looked completely different.
It smelled sweet and spicy, a scent that always reminded him of pecan pie.
It smelled of chicken and rice and something sweet.
The hallway smelled medicinal and clean, like the antiseptic-laced air of a hospital mixed with pine cleaner.
The office was small but clean and smelled of fried food.
The cell block fell silent, and he sensed the others also smelled the human blood.
Her blood smelled sweet, and the oddly charged aura around her made his brow furrow.
She smelled her own blood.
She carried the mug with her down the street to a store that smelled like an attic.
The room smelled of vanilla mixed with some other exotic scent, the beds covered in soft white duvets with pumpkin- colored pillows.
I smelled you from outside the castle.
Positive. She smelled amazingly human, only more so.
The barn smelled of fresh hay, oats and molasses.
He always smelled so good.
After much coaxing and pulling and pushing, I smelled fresh air and felt an enormous wave of relief.
Scarcely had Pierre laid his head on the pillow before he felt himself falling asleep, but suddenly, almost with the distinctness of reality, he heard the boom, boom, boom of firing, the thud of projectiles, groans and cries, and smelled blood and powder, and a feeling of horror and dread of death seized him.
When he did so and heard the subdued moaning with which Karataev generally lay down at the halting places, and when he smelled the odor emanating from him which was now stronger than before, Pierre moved farther away and did not think about him.
The floor smelled of mold.
His plump white neck stood out sharply above the black collar of his uniform, and he smelled of Eau de Cologne.