He bent to his work and pressed the knife against her flesh.

The words were almost lost as he pressed his open mouth against her aching flesh and then sucked fiercely on it.

The thought stayed his hand, stopped him just as the point of the knife began to press against his flesh.

He rolled out of bed to stand behind her, pressing himself against her flesh.

Pressing against her flesh, the metal felt warm and reassuring.

At last my lips were pressed against her cool unresponsive flesh and she had made no move to destroy me.

She moved closer to him, pressed against his bare flesh.

Slowly she turned her head until her hot lips were pressed against his flesh.

Heat burned where the moon crystal pressed against his flesh.

He wanted to touch her, to press his mouth against her moist flesh.