Top 100 Quotes About His Scent
#1. Rowan was the most powerful full-blooded Fae male alive. And his scent was all over her. Yet she had no gods-damned idea.
Sarah J. Maas
#2. He paid scant attention to the conversation. He could smell his own sent on Anna's body, and it satisfied him in a primal way ... She gasped as he buried his nose in her maiden hair and inhaled. His scent was strongest here, in her gilded curls so soft and pretty in the morning light.
Elizabeth Hoyt
#3. I couldn't stop thinking about blue eyes and the way he smelled, his scent was a mix of liquor, winter fresh and Nautical sport.
Glenna Maynard
#4. I love you," Sam said.
Celaena wrapped her arms around him and held him close, breathing his scent. Her only reply was, "I hate packing.
Sarah J. Maas
#5. The thought crossed my mind that this could be dangerous. Not the ill-advised sex with the just-out-of-his-teens pop star, but the cuddling. The lying there, drinking in his scent, watching his chest rise and fall, allowing myself to bask in my own happiness. I could fall in love this way.
Robinne Lee
#6. Lord help her, but she was instantly drawn to his scent - a mixture of smoke and salt and mystery - as well as his strength. The pulse of his heart, the hum of blood through his veins, the aura of power and danger surrounding him.
Jo Grafford
#7. His scent engulfed me - fresh night air and evergreen. I buried my face in the hollow beneath his jaw as he shoved his Light into me- a terrible force of the sort I'd never imagined, hungry for distraction, intoxicating to the point of addiction.
Jocelyn Adams
#8. There was nothing more intoxicating to Syra than Court, and his scent was the sweet chaser to the slow burn the rest of the man provided.
Alex Morgan
#9. I breathed in for a moment, letting his scent of leather and cigarettes and boy calm my ragged breathing.
Caitlin Kittredge
#10. You smell like my brother. His scent is all over you. It reeks.
J.M. Darhower
#11. No man can taste the fruits of autumn while he is delighting his scent with the flowers of spring.
Samuel Johnson
#12. His scent, the scent of spring, warm and hopefuly as the sunlight that filled this place, poured through me.
Andrea Cremer
#13. Of the blessings set before you make your choice, and be content. No man can taste the fruits of autumn while he is delighting his scent with the flowers of the spring: no man can, at the same time, fill his cup from the source and from the mouth of the Nile.
Samuel Johnson
#14. He smelled so good that I felt my eyelids drift closed with the pleasure of his scent. It was so good that I wanted to put a name to it, and bottle it up. - Mile High
R.K. Lilley
#15. I soaked him in. His image. His scent. His feel.
He pulled me to him. Dipped his head. Pressed his mouth to mine in a kiss I could only hope would not be our last.
Darynda Jones
#16. Drinking in his scent, I curl around him, trying to ignore the loss and devasta- tion I felt in my dream, and in that moment, I know that my deepest, darkest fear would be losing him
E.L. James
#17. The heat of his sweet breath mixing with hers, his scent filling her lungs, was like a drug made from concentrated sin.
Mimi Jean Pamfiloff
#18. His fingers painted my skin with ruby red patterns of desire. In Keahi's kiss I could taste the red burn of chili encrusted in the rich sweetness of melted chocolate. I breathed in his scent and it spoke to me of vanilla. The ink of my malu tattoo began to burn, searing markings of fiery joy.
Lani Wendt Young
#19. But she didn't want to know - didn't want to think about the Sun Goddess and her agenda as she flung herself on Rowan, breathing in his scent, memorizing the feel of him. The first member of her court - the court that would change the world. The court that would rebuild it. Together.
Sarah J. Maas
#20. He holds her for an eternity. Time cascades into the void of the past. She inhales his scent. Full of man and strength and yearning. And she wonders why she ever doubted their relationship. Why she let Julian's soothing touch coax her into loving him too. Gage is everything. Gage is hers.
Laura Kreitzer
#21. Daniel?"
"Tell me, sunshine."
Inhaling his scent like a lifeline, she leaned in and spoke urgently against his ear. "Take me home. Make it better."
His answering groan rumbled against her chest. He sank his hands into her hair. "Oh baby, I'm going to make it so much better.
Tessa Bailey
#22. I pulled a dirty black sweatshirt from the laundry basket on my son's floor and tried to drink in his scent, to savor the essence of my sweet boy. I inhaled it long and hard, wanting to permanently implant all of him in my brain, to make him last forever.
Shelley Ramsey
#23. He took everything and I let him.
Demanding.
Feral.
Consuming.
Arthur was everywhere at once.
In my mind.
My heart.
My soul.
His taste.
His scent.
His heat.
Pepper Winters
#24. Ren's scent was everywhere. The smoke of aged wood lingering beneath a chilled autumn sky, the smooth burn of well-worn leather, the seductive ribbon of sandalwood. I closed my eyes, letting his scent pour over me, filling me with memories.
Andrea Cremer
#25. I lower my chin to smell the shirt again. I want to wear this forever, without washing it. His dark, spicy aroma consumes the material. I peek at him from the corner of my eye, wondering if he spots me catching a whiff or if he knows how addicting his scent is to girls.
Katie McGarry
#26. His scent burst onto her brain like a rain of lights, causing her to know him perfectly. This is how moths speak to each other. The wrong words are impossible when there are no words.
Barbara Kingsolver
#27. I press my face against his chest, inhale his scent, take comfort from it. "I'm so sorry, Victor. I'm not sure I realized how truly awful this is for you."
"It could be worse. I might not have you."
I sink against him.
"Trust me," he whispers.
J.A. London
#28. I could resist no longer. The love, the desire tearing apart my sould was more than I could bear. I allowed him to take my arm, allowed myself to melt into him, to close my eyes and inhale once more his scent of lavender and winter skies as we walked together towards the orchards.
Kailin Gow
#29. He bent his head down, running his nose along my cheek. My neck. Behind my ear, huffing his scent onto me like he hadn't done since he'd become the Alpha. I loved it. And him. But
T.J. Klune
#30. I was still much too aware of him. His scent tickled my nose, clean and fresh with a mouthwatering maleness. I inhaled deep. The sound of his heart beating drove me wild. It thumped in my mind like a sensual music. He came across as utterly delicious.
Eve Langlais
#31. She was turned on by him - his scent, his smile; he was the manifestation of seduction. Under normal circumstances, she'd be tempted, but might have had enough willpower to resist him. These weren't normal circumstances, however. Tonight, she was certain she wanted him in her bedroom.
Norian F. Love
#32. I have forgotten everything - he has made me forget everything - except for his scent, his sounds, his taste, his touch.
K. Bromberg
#33. I inhaled his scent. He was near, a few feet away. Lust nearly buckled my knees. He was a tireless lover. There was nothing off-limits with him.
Karen Marie Moning
#34. Our mouths fit together so perfectly. Every time we kiss, I fall even more in love with him, and it has nothing to do with sex or lust. It's him. His closeness and his scent and the way he soothes me.
Sarina Bowen
#35. Eleanor wrapped her arms around aniel's neck as he lowered her feet to the cold floor. She leaned into him and inhaled his scent - warm and clean with the slightest hing of fireplace smoke - and committed it to memory.
"Don't worry," she said, finally letting him go. "I miss you already.
Tiffany Reisz
#36. She pressed her face into the pillow. His scent was there. She was stupid to have come, yet didn't have the strength to leave.
The ghost of him between the sheets. The shadow of her old self curled into the shadow of him.
Marie Rutkoski
#37. I smell it again, his scent. The calming aroma. The one that's become my new favorite. I take a deeper breath.
Katie McGarry
#38. my room, and to rub his scent off me.
Amy Tan
#39. Aelin slumbered beside him, her breathing deep and even, yet again wearing one of his shirts. Some primal part of him snarled in satisfaction at the sight, at knowing she was covered in his scent.
Sarah J. Maas
#40. The sweatshirt was big on her and she looked ridiculous. He liked it. And he liked that she was wearing something that carried his scent.
Anne Bishop
#41. He had preserved the best part of her and made it his own: the principle of her scent.
Patrick Suskind
#42. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he kissed her cheek. She inhaled his masculine scent, he smelled of engine grease, citrus hand cleaner and man. She turned in his arms and laid her cheek over his beating heart, treasuring the haven of his embrace ...
Tamara Hoffa
#43. Caine usually woke from the recurring dream mid-air, having yet to be dashed upon the rocks, whimpering and panting like a child crying for his mother. Now he lifted his eyes to a dark, empty room in Jizan and the unusual, lingering scent of roses, and wept in his hands for his Father.
V.S. Carnes
#44. The good historian is like the giant of the fairy tale. He knows that wherever he catches the scent of human flesh, there his quarry lies.
Marc Bloch
#45. Holy Moses, if it's his natural scent, then he needs to bottle that spicy fragrance up, call it Orgasm, and sell it to the masses.
Elle Kennedy
#46. Long strands of drool stretched from between his fangs and dripped on the pavement, sending a heady scent of jasmine to swirl through the air. Perfumed monster spit. What was the world coming to?
Ilona Andrews
#47. His bonding scent became so intense it was all she could smell. Xcor
J.R. Ward
#48. What do you want?"
"You," he said, his voice lowering an octave. "I want you, Dutch, body and soul. I want you in my bed every night. I want you there when I wake up in the morning. I want your clothes strung across my apartment and your scent on my skin.
Darynda Jones
#49. Rowan stood with his queen in the rain, breathing in her scent, and let her steal his warmth for as long as she needed.
Sarah J. Maas
#50. Fuck, Mia," he says, clenching my hair and burying his face into its scent. "I want to damage you. I want to ruin you for anyone else.
Nina G. Jones
#51. We bask in the scent of cinnamon before
Mom puts a scone her plate.
'His name is Rich,' she says.
I select a scone too.
'I like a man with an adjective for a name.
Kelly Bingham
#52. His will to live was waning, and it made him almost transparent, as though rather than dying, he might just disappear one day, leaving behind only a vague scent of regret.
Ian Morgan Cron
#53. The scent of book leather and lemons enveloped him, and his head went light. Books and clean woman. Had God ever divined a more perfect perfume?
Kristen Callihan
#54. My nipples tightened as I breathed in his musky scent mixed with cologne. I didn't recognize the brand, but it spoke to something inside me. It whispered come closer, and my heart pounded harder.
Lori Toland
#55. But Alexia's scent was something else, something ... not meat. She smelled warm and spicy sweet, like some old-fashioned Italian pastry his body could no longer process but whose taste he remembered and craved.
Gail Carriger
#56. He loved her. He loved her because nature willed it. Because they were already united and of one body. The bare flesh on every part of her belonged to him. The scent emitting from her skin was his.
Alexandra Silber
#57. Julia wasn't breathing. How could she when the sensation was so intense? The taste of peppermint, the scent of Aramis, the way his breath consumed her.
Sylvain Reynard
#58. With Torin stretched over her, his weight pinning her down, his heat and scent surrounding her, she was utterly consumed with pleasure. It saturated her bones, submerged her mind, tickled her every cell. She was alive with decadent sensation.
Gena Showalter
#59. Since when did the scent of a woman make him throw wood the instant it reached his nose? Since when did a woman's hair color make him feel as if he'd just freebased a bowl of Viagra?
Anonymous
#60. Time stopped and for a few blissful moments there was nothing except Connor, intoxicating and irresistible, the taste of him, the scent of him, the raw male power of his arms, and the tender seducing touch of his lips... And then I was out of the car and gone before the power of that kiss wore off.
Ilona Andrews
#61. Do you know why I adore roses?" Shahrzad untied the knot of his tikka sash with deliberate slowness. "I've always loved them for their beauty and their scent, but--"
"It's because of their thorns." His muscles tensed at her touch. "Because there's more to them than first meets the eye.
Renee Ahdieh
#62. THREE MONTHS HAVE GONE BY without the taste of Gabriel Storm in my mouth, the scent of his skin in my nostrils, the rush of his powerful body pounding into mine.
Magda Alexander
#63. So spoke Grenouille the Great and, while the peasantry of scent danced and celebrated beneath him, he glided with wide-stretched wings down from his golden clouds, across the nocturnal fields of his soul, and home to his heart.
Patrick Suskind
#64. You had someone else's scent on you," Sloane hissed in Dex's ear, his hand coming to wrap around Dex's neck. "Someone I know." "Hudson,
Charlie Cochet
#65. But even those people, cops, lawyers, doctors, learned what they learned from the aftermath. They weren't there when the killer tore at his victim; they didn't smell the scent of evil; they didn't hear the cries to heaven for something, someone, to intervene.
Anne Rice
#66. scent of his perfume filled the little room. He waved the poet to a chair as slaves came in bearing wine
Bruce MacBain
#67. I wanted to imprint his touch, his taste, even the scent of him so solidly inside me that no one could take them away from me.
Becca Fitzpatrick
#68. Travis Hunter's blood froze in his veins at the piercing female scream that echoed through the forest. He was moving just as the sharp scent of blood tinted the crisp mountain air mixed with the rancid smell of the rogue mutants.
Lia Davis
#69. putting my mouth across the velvety head of his shaft, already anticipating his musky scent
Audrey Carlan
#70. We need to mask your scent."
If stranger words had come out of his mouth, she hadn't heard them. But then it clicked. "The thing can smell me."
And it did get a good whiff at the house
Aimee Duffy
#71. A bluetick hound bays out there in the fog, running scared and lost because he can't see. No tracks on the ground but the one's he's making, and he sniffs in every direction with his cold red-rubber nose and picks up no scent but his own fear, fear burning down into him like steam.
Ken Kesey
#72. Why couldn't I have spent the last few months like this, wrapped in his arms, drinking in the warm, spicy scent of him? Oh, wait. Cooper was a complete dick to me, that's why.
Molly Harper
#73. From the way his face lit with curiosity to the slight tilt of his jaw, even the lingering scent of brine and breeze gave him away.
Katherine McIntyre
#74. I nestled my face closer to his neck, wanting to smell his skin, lose myself in the scent and feel of him as we swayed slowly to the beat of music I couldn't hear because his voice was in my mind ... and it was the only sound I ever wanted to hear again.
S.L. Naeole
#75. I knew the woodsy fragrance that accompanied Reed was his natural scent. It was one of the many things that made him hard to resist.
Cherie Colyer
#76. The scent of him was subtle, beautifully fresh, and she couldn't think clearly. No man had ever brought out these intense feelings in her. Chris Augustine was dangerous and she could get lost in his arms.
Suzan Battah
#77. He reached forward then took me in his arms, held me close for a moment, the breath of snow and ashes cold around us. Then he kissed me, released me, and I took a deep breath of cold air, harsh with the scent of burning.
Diana Gabaldon
#78. As soon as the man had gone, Caitrina moved to stand before him, her soft feminine scent clouding his senses. Would it always be like this - this clawing need for her? The inability to think when she was near? The feeling that if he didn't take her in his arms and kiss her, he would surely die?
Monica McCarty
#79. We shall take great care not to annoy the horse and spoil his friendly charm, for it is like the scent of a blossom - once lost it will never return
Antoine De Pluvinel
#80. As he floated more and more deeply toward sleep, the scent of her body and hair was redolent throught his senses, until he was dreaming of breathing her skin.
Frank Lee
#81. You desire me. I can scent it on the wind." He drew in a breath and licked his lips. "I have been waiting for your courage to bring you to me, but I have grown tired of our little game.
Stella Berkley
#82. He could smell the lavender scent of the powder she dabbed under her arms, and his own fluids, and hers pungently intermingling.
Gail Jones
#83. He bent his head, gently laid his cheek down on top of her breasts and closed his eyes. He inhaled her scent and let out a slow groan. Mine.
Gayle Donnelly
#84. While he waited, he made up the bed,more to discourage Meg from falling back into it than because he wanted to tidy the room. Besides, running his hands over the sheets and breathing in her scent made him happy,
Anne Bishop
#85. A true poet does not bother to be poetical. Nor does a nursery gardener scent his roses.
Jean Cocteau
#86. Breathing in the scent of his hair, I realized I'd needed him my whole life, before we even met. First, his music and the way he taught me through books and recordings. Then, he saved my life and refused to abandon me no matter how much I deserved it.
Jodi Meadows
#87. To preserve his life, should a man pay everything that gives it color, scent and excitement?
Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn
#88. I moved closer to Dean, breathing in the scent of his skin, the heat of his body. "Remember when you told me everyone has a key to unlocking their secrets?" I whispered. " And you wanted to know what mine is?" He nodded. "And you told me you didn't have a key." "I think I do." "What is it?" "You.
Nina Lane
#90. He raised his hand to brush a stray hair from her face. Instead of dropping his hand, he slid it behind her neck and drew her closer. His earthy pine scent enveloped her. When his lips touched hers, she lost any hope of control.
Lia Davis
#91. I got out of my car, locked it tight as a virgin, and entered his back seat, where a Milky Way wrapper greeted me on the floor, a burnt cigarette mark greeted me on the seat, and the overpowering scent of upholstery cleaner nearly did me in.
Robert Downs
#92. Kate was lying under him, spread on the table like a banquet for a starving man. And the scent of her arousal caused his hunger to spike suddenly and sharply from deep inside him. It surged out of him in a wave that overwhelmed him. Journey Into Submission (eXtasy)
Khul Waters
#93. If one plays with fire, one should be prepared to burn, Jane."
"You say that as if I'm in danger from you."
"Maybe you are," Tobias growled as the scent of her invaded his nostrils...
Monica Burns
#94. I couldn't have been more surrounded by Carter in sight, scent and touch. His hands all over me, his body covering mine, his intoxicating fresh water scent surrounding me.
Adriane Leigh
#95. Rocinante felt the desire to pleasure himself with the ladies, and as soon as he picked up their scent he abandoned his natural ways and customs, did not ask permission of his owner, broke into a brisk little trot, and went off to communicate his need to them.
Miguel De Cervantes Saavedra
#96. Murderess, murderess, he whispers to himself. It has an allure, a scent almost. Hothouse gardenias. Lurid, but also furtive. He imagines himself breathing it as he draws Grace towards him, pressing his mouth against her. Murderess. He applies it to her throat like a brand.
Margaret Atwood
#97. I would know your scent anywhere. Even in the darkest night in the darkest room with a hundred other people." His voice dropped to a husky whisper. "Yes, Camille. I would know it. Always, I would know ... you.
Liz Carlyle
#98. Savannah must remain his. He drew a last breath, taking her scent into his body and holding it there as his heart ceased to beat.
Christine Feehan
#99. There would be no more presents of fossils or bribes of sweet desserts, no more ambushing kisses, no more challenges, no more Drew. The rocks in her gut turning to blocks of ice, she took a step toward the den, intent on following his fading scent.
Nalini Singh
#100. She inhaled his delicious male scent again. "Why do you smell so good?"
"This." He held up a small bottle. Eau de biker.
"Fuck. I knew it," she whispered.
Cari Silverwood
