Burned Quote by Stephenie Meyer

He took one of my hands in his, and I brought the other to his face, wondering how his eyes could look like chipped…

— Tammara Webber

He kissed me, so gently at first that I melted. I pressed close against him as the kiss deepened, curling my arms around his…

— L.A. Weatherly

He felt warm and familiar. He felt solid and safe. I wanted to cling to his shirt, bury my face into the warm curve…

— Becca Fitzpatrick

He tasted deeper, holding himself over me, and suddenly he was everywhere; his knee trapping my leg, his lips grazing warm, rough, sensuous. He…

— Becca Fitzpatrick

He reached forward then took me in his arms, held me close for a moment, the breath of snow and ashes cold around us.…

— Diana Gabaldon

He pressed himself into me and kissed my neck, and it was as if everything strong and solid inside me, heart and bones and…

— Jennifer Donnelly

But he wasn't leaving and I wasn't leaving and we'd just have to figure it out. He pressed his lips to my cheek, the…

— Sarah Wilkins

“He reached out and pulled me to him, one hand on my waist and the other behind my neck. He tipped my head up…

— Richelle Mead

He could easily pull away, but he didn't and I didn't know why I was surprised, but I was. I was sparking, igniting, with…

— Sarah Wilkins

“The usual warmth of his hands wasn’t there. They chilled my skin as they slipped to my waist, and I realized he was scared.”

— M. R. Noble

“His eyes were heated, his jaw set as he stepped even closer to me, his grip on my wrist steely as his other hand…

— Kirsty Moseley

“He took my hand in his. I gasped when our skin touched and looked into his eyes in a kind of shocked wonder, my…

— Jasmine Dubroff