Pressing his thumb down on her jaw to part her lips, he kissed her again, angel dust glittering in the air. "Mmm. " She rubbed against him. "Did you make a change to your special blend?" Angel dust, he'd told her, was normally rich and exquisite, but not sexual. Elena had only ever tasted Raphael's blend, and it was always oh-so-sexual-today, it also held a dangerous bite. Kisses down her throat. "I wouldn't wish my consort to suffer ennui.
I'm pretty boring with pizza toppings. I only ever eat margherita. If it's ever anything else then I'll just go 'mmm', pretend to eat it, then throw it in the bin.
You should be home sleeping. What is the use of having a man in the house, if he cannot take care of you for a while?” “Mmm,” I said. “I give up. What's the use of having a man in the house?
Mmm, tastes like hepatitis!
Mmm, I love Yoda. I didn't like Jar Jar Binks though, he was all wrong.
I'd probably still be a financial journalist now if it weren't for writing novels. Mmm. Fun! I'm much happier writing novels!
She stared at him in that vapid, intoxicated way employed only by women under a vamp's control. Or the way I sometimes got when faced with cupcakes. Mmm. Cupcakes.
I didn’t know what I was going to say, a feeling that was compounded when the line clicked open and Trent’s very muzzy voice murmured, “Rachel? Mmm, hi.
He screamed. Mmm?' inquired the gentleman. I. . . I would never presume to interrupt you, sir. But the ground appears to be swallowing me up. ' It is a bog,' said the gentleman, helpfully. It is certainly a most terrifying substance.
Mmm. O positive, my favorite. ” “Is it? I thought it was a cabernet sauvignon. ” “So it is,” said Adrian, straight-faced. “My mistake.
Mmm. O positive, my favorite.
He nuzzled my neck, inhaling deeply. “Mmm. You smell so good. ” “Oh, yeah,” I said, smirking. “I call this new perfume ‘Le Jungle grime et tropical BO. ’ ” “Dirt and sweat. Very sexy.
You really burden the reader if you put things in but, "Oh, it's not interesting, but I'll put it in anyway. " Then the reader's going to think, like, "Mmm. . . no thanks. " So the thing is to cut all that stuff out before its published.