Nape Quotes

#1. He moans and kisses the nape of my neck. He works his way up to my mouth. His lips land on mine, hot and wet and sucking. His tongue sweeps in, teasing mine.

Susan Ee

#2. I have a confession."
"Oh?"
"I can't get you off my mind."
His statement robbed her of words. Heat spread down the nape of her neck. He was saying too much. ~Thomas to Chelise

Ted Dekker

#3. I'd never had a host that was capable of superstition. It was an interesting sensation. Like knowing you were being watched without being able to find the watcher. It raised goose bumps on the nape of my neck.

Stephenie Meyer

#4. He glanced at Trey nervously and quickly averted his gaze to settle on Brian. "You guys rock. I absolutely idolize you. I wan't to be you."
"I want to do you," Trey said, toying with the hair at the nape of Mark's neck.

Olivia Cunning

#5. Eli's long fingers cupped her face, traced the nape of her neck, kept her still, as if he needed to give her every bit of his attention, as if he could learn her like a language, plot her like a course. Eli kissed Gracie like she was a song and he was determined to hear every note.

Leigh Bardugo

#6. Years ago you followed someone
here, in love with breath
kissing the nape of your neck,
back when it was easy to be
at least two places at once.

Yusef Komunyakaa

#7. I think we need to have sex now.'
His brows drew together. 'Why?'
'To remind us of what we're doing here,' I replied, my tone meaningful.
Braden's eyes narrowed. 'No,' he told me gruffly, squeezing my nape. 'I'd have sex with you for anything else but that.

Samantha Young

#8. Who neither touched nor spoke?
whose nape, whose finger-ends
nervelessly lied the hours away?

Adrienne Rich

#9. The mosaicist was making the fine hairs on the nape of Mona's swan neck out of chips of gold

Kurt Vonnegut

#10. A bowling ball rolled through his head, diagonally from nape to temple; it paused and started back.

Vladimir Nabokov

#11. She's got long dark hair, neatly secured at the nape of her neck, and wide honey-colored eyes with the same thick, dark eyelashes as Jase. Her eyes are weary though, and are currently sizing me up. I wonder what Jase has told her about me.

Anonymous

#12. The person who doesn't know how to subjugate will all too quickly feel the other's foot on the nape of his neck.

Leopold Von Sacher-Masoch

#13. After a moment, he found my neck, kissing the nape, his teeth grazing my skin and causing
me to make a small noise very much like a whimper. Before I could take another breath, his
lips met mine and I was lost to his touch.

Cyrese Covelli

#14. He crowded right up into her space, pressed his body against hers - trapping her against the glass of the door behind her, plunged his hands into her hair until he was cupping the nape of her neck, and devoured her lips with his.

Laura Kaye

#15. At some point on your road you have to turn and start walking back towards yourself. Or the past will pursue you, and bite the nape of your neck, leave you bleeding in the ditch. Better to turn and face it with such weapons as you possess.

Hilary Mantel

#16. I twist and pin my hair at the nape of my neck, and then stand with legs wide. It's what Nash told me to do before speaking because men, no matter how many times they profess women are equal, prefer to take direction from bodies like theirs.

Caroline George

#17. Other tokens of maturity included a velvet choker of tiny pearls, the ginger tresses gathered at the nape and secured with an emerald clasp, three loose silver bracelets around a freckled wrist, and the fact that whenever she moved, the air about her tasted of rose water.

Ian McEwan

#18. And oh, the oh my nape of the neck. The up-swept oh my nape of the neck. I could walk behind anyone and fall in love. Don't stop. Don't turn around.

Dorianne Laux

#19. My beard towards heaven, I feel my nape support / The back of my head, I grow the breast of a harpy / And my brush as it drips continually / Upon my face, makes it a gorgeous floor.

Michelangelo

#20. Did you know that your mouth, your skin, is so soft? All week, every time I've thought about it, my hands feel like they're buzzing. I love your hair. I love that it's short and so when I put my fingers through it, I can feel your whole nape bust out in goose pimples.

Mary Ann Rivers

#21. I didn't ask you to catch me!"
"You're so delightful when you're irrational. Of course I'm going to catch you." He slid a hand behind her nape and kissed her again. "It's what I do.

Shana Abe

#22. He'd been kissing Laurent and that should not be interrupted. His eyes returned warmly, possessively to their object: Laurent looked like any young
man who has been pressed against a battlement and kissed. The slight disturbance of the hair at Laurent's nape was wonderful.

C.S. Pacat

#23. In drawing after drawing, pastel after pastel, painting after painting, the contours of Degas's dancing figures become, at a certain point, darkly insistent, tangled and dusky. It may be around an elbow, a heel, an armpit, a calf muscle, the nape of a neck.

John Berger

#24. She knew nothing of Ren except his name, his aptitude with vocabulary, the fact that he wasn't in college, and the way his hair narrowed to a curling point at the nape of his neck. And she hadn't even realized she knew that last thing until now.

Molly Ringle

#25. Butch put his hand on his roommate's nape and murmured, I'll do the saving until you get your head back, how about that? I'll keep you safe.

J.R. Ward

#26. A companion," he whispered against her mouth. "A lover." He nibbled at her bottom lip, and his hand slid from her nape to cup the back of her head. "A beloved wife.

Grace Draven

#27. I've got a call on hold to send your way," she said. "And I hope it's personal, because holy hell is his voice smokin' hot. He sounds like S-E-X rolled in chocolate and covered in whipped cream."
Nervous excitement raised the hairs on my nape. "Did he give his name?"
"Yep. Brett Kline.

Sylvia Day

#28. The faint freckle on her throat sent another thrill through him. He wanted to touch it, to whisper against it, I've found you. For that matter, the slope of her neck begged to be brushed with a hand. His hand, before he cupped her nape and guided her gently backward onto a bed .

Meredith Duran

#29. Shaking my head, I wrapped my hand around the nape of his neck and pulled him down for a long, slow kiss. When I pulled back I rested my forehead on his. "They're perfect." I sighed, smiling teasingly. "You know, I think I might kind of love you.

Samantha Young

#30. Webster, as if he's done it every day of his life, as if he did it just the day before, trails his fingers from the small of Sheila's back to the nape of her neck.
Sheila turns her head, "Go slowly and be careful," she says.

Anita Shreve

#31. Her arms crept around his neck and she sunk her hand into the wavy hair at his nape. He was stealing her senses. She needed to stop this ... in just a minute. He was such a good kisser, just the right amount of pressure and passion. She sighed again and moved her hands to his shoulders pushing back.

Tamara Hoffa

#32. He bit the nape of my neck and I moaned.

Patricia Briggs

#33. Tsornin's nostrils showed red, but his ears were as alert as ever, and occasionally he would rub his nose gently against the nape of her neck, just in case she was momentarily not thinking about him.

Robin McKinley

#34. I will meet you on the nape of your neck one day, on the surface of intention, word becoming act.
We will breathe into each other the high mountain tales, where the snows come from, where the waters begin.
-In the yellow time of pollen

Luke Davies

#35. I made sure to brush my teeth as soon as I was able. I even asked for a hair tie to pull my long, blood-red hair into a twist at the nape of my neck so I wouldn't have that 'freshly hospitalized' look.

Elle Lothlorien

#36. The goal, I suppose, any fiction writer has, no matter what your subject, is to hit the human heart and the tear ducts and the nape of the neck and to make a person feel something about the characters are going through and to experience the moral paradoxes and struggles of being human.

Tim O'Brien

#37. He wrapped one arm around her waist, and cupped her nape with his other hand. This time when he kissed her there was none of the restraint she'd seen in the past. It was like kissing an inferno.
Hot, breathless, so overwhelming that her senses shattered.

Maya Banks

#38. Backpacks are obtrusive. They're great for school kids and mountaineers, but a woman is supposed to look enticing and glamorous at night. They obscure one of a woman's most erogenous zones, the nape of her neck. I suppose they're good if you want to keep men away.

Letitia Baldrige

#39. Who was blowing on the nape of my neck.

David Mitchell

#40. He kissed her on her ear, a kiss with the barest hint of moisture to it. She could not breath for the electricity of it, a violent spark of pleasure that shook and scarred. His fingers caressed her shoulders. His lips pressed into her exposed nape. Dark, hot sensations spiked into her.

Sherry Thomas

#41. We fall asleep as close as ears of wheat: chest to back, fingers entwined. I kiss the skin at the nape of her neck, soft like rabbit fur. I dream of nothing.

Kirsty Logan

#42. I sunk into velvety nothingness. It caressed my skin, lapped at my temples, the nape of my neck. It circled me like smoke, its touch light, but all consuming. And just as I was about to lose consciousness, I heard the voice. 'Hello, Kali. I'm Zev.

Jennifer Lynn Barnes

#43. The flesh on the nape of my neck did the crawly thing that it does so well. Some people say this is God's warning that the devil is near, but I've noticed I also experience it when someone serves me Brussels sprouts.

Dean Koontz

#44. Aidan from the past: He took her hands in his bloodied, callused ones. "Accept me?" His eyes glowed, his lashes spiked from rain.
Declan in the present: He gripped her nape. "I fuckin love you, Regin!" Rain spiked his lashes as he gazed down at her, commanding her, "Love me back!

Kresley Cole

#45. Um, Roni, could you please tell me why there's an unconscious female in the trunk of your car?" Rubbing at his nape, Eli frowned down at the blonde. "When you said, 'Come see what I've got,' I thought you meant new sneakers or something.

Suzanne Wright

#46. The mint and honeysuckle air is chilly on her damp face, awake on the nape of her neck as Witch Baby Wigg skates home.

Francesca Lia Block

#47. Mercury. Lead. Antimony. A cresent moon sits at the nape of her neck; and Egyptian ankh near her collarbone. There are other symbols as well: Norse runes, Chinese characters.
It is part of who I was, who I am, and who I will be.

Erin Morgenstern

#48. I sensed a familiar presence behind me. A hand brushed my hair back, and Ranger leaned in to me and kissed me on the nape of my neck.

Janet Evanovich

#49. Are you going to kiss me or not?"
He released the jacket. "Not," he rasped.
"Then I'll kiss you." Cupping his nape, she drew his head down, but
Nate laid his fingertips over her mouth.
"Some things you can't take back."
Claire lifted his hand. "Some things you don't want to.

Karina Bliss

#50. I never plan for the future but wander into it with a smile on my face, hope in my heart, and the hair up on the nape of my neck.

Dean Koontz

#51. A boar is a very special kind of animal whose bristling is a thing unto itself, and his nape, like a snake's neck, is more a word than a reality.

Guy Davenport

#52. His fingers dug into my nape with everything he kept hidden.

Pepper Winters

#53. my love is a winter's mist
gently dissolving
through the window
at the nape of your neck.

Sanober Khan

#54. Children, our lives have been gongs striking; clamour and boasting; cries of despair; blows on the nape of the neck in gardens.

Virginia Woolf

#55. He never had any sense of decorum ... always kissing his wife in the most unsuitable places!' "(Are you sure you kiss me in suitable places, Gilbert? I'm afraid Mrs. Gibson would think the nape of the neck, for instance, most unsuitable.) "'But,

L.M. Montgomery

#56. Where shall I find a style to catch a stroll,
Chablis on ice, a crisply toasted roll,
The agate succulence of cherries ripe?
The sunset's far, the ocean's splashing cool
Can offer solace to a sunburned nape.

Mikhail Kuzmin