Top 100 Quotes About His Touch
#1. I hoped to burn out, through Hella, my image of Giovanni and the reality of his touch - I hoped to drive out fire with fire.
James Baldwin
#2. And she loved the way he made her feel, the way her heart beat when he was near, the electricity she felt at his touch, and the nervous butterflies he always caused in her stomach.
Ashley Stoyanoff
#3. During dinner he slid his hand onto my thigh, somehow managing to get under my skirt. His touch sent fiery tingles to my core. When I tried to cross my legs nonchalantly, he just moved with me.
Sadie Grubor
#4. His touch had felt strange. Warmer. It was only when I saw his hands that I realized.
He wasn't wearing gloves.
Samantha Shannon
#5. His touch is incredible, it holds my insides, my heart, my mind, shimmering hot heat into cold places, thawing my spirit ... and it rejoices. I'm immediately obsessed, consumed with need to stay in this balmy light, soaking in his touch, relishing the euphoria it brings to my discarded spirituality.
Poppet
#6. There is power in his touch, power in the slightest look. He is a hard man who commands a billion-dollar enterprise, and right now I am simply one more thing that he owns.
J. Kenner
#7. A laborer no longer makes whole articles. He receives raw materials, puts his touch on them, and passes them to another worker in the series. When the articles are quite finished they are carried out of sight by currents of commercial exchange. These currents are untraceable.
John Bates Clark
#8. It is the discrepancy between the promise implicit in his touch and his daily interactions with her that generates so much confusion and ambivalence for Martha.
from Lo Siento
Marcy Sheiner
#9. God touches and moves, warns and desires all equally, and He wants one quite as much as another. The inequality lies in the way in which His touch, His warnings, and His gifts are received.
Johannes Tauler
#10. James [Wilson] has a great future ahead of him. Everyone can see he has a great left foot, it's incredible the way he can finish. His touch is good and he is quick as well; he has everything to succeed.
Juan Mata
#11. Nicolai, the Dark Seducer as his people called him, had been in bed, but not alone. He was never alone. He was a man known for the violence of his temper as well as the deliciousness of his touch
Gena Showalter
#12. He's all there is. All there will ever be. I'm falling through eternity, and his touch is the fabric of that forever. His kiss is the substance of infinity. These thoughts make no sense even to my own mind, but they remain true in some strange way.
Jasinda Wilder
#13. For an instant she felt his touch on her cheek then he stepped back. There that was my ration for all eternity. People have died for less I dare say.
Eva Ibbotson
#14. I wasn't thinking of his blood, rushing just below the skin. I wasn't thinking of his heartbeat or his touch or the pulse at his throat. Right now, all I was thinking of was Zeke.
Julie Kagawa
#15. The world would see the beauty of the packaging, but only I knew the man inside it and how precious he was. His intimate smiles and his deep husky laugh, the gentleness of his touch and the ferocity of his passion were all reserved for me.
Sylvia Day
#16. His touch does strange things to me. It makes me feel things. Things I'm not supposed to feel. Things I can't allow myself to feel. It's like his fingers are strumming my heartstrings, pulling, plucking, twisting, and I'm helpless. Completely and utterly helpless.
Beth Michele
#17. I have forgotten everything - he has made me forget everything - except for his scent, his sounds, his taste, his touch.
K. Bromberg
#18. Are you planning on shooting me for wearing your t-shirt?" I cocked my hip, daring him. I couldn't tear my eyes away. This was a very bad idea - I shouldn't have come. I was in deep trouble with the way my body totally disregarded me, snarling for his touch
Jade Hart
#19. For a while I just sat there reveling in the pure pleasure of his touch. The scent of him was still in the air. I didn't want to breathe and risk dispelling the traces of him all around me.
Belinda Jones
#20. His lips were soft, warm and felt overwhelmingly right against mine. I fell into it, oblivious to anything other than the safety in his touch. One by one, the senses flowed from me as he pulled them away and set them free. It must have hurt him. The senses hurt the hell out of me..
Jessica Shirvington
#21. My dad was very successful running midgets in Texas. Then, his two drivers ran into some bad luck. People started saying that Daddy had lost his touch. That it was the cars and not the drivers. I wanted to race just to prove all those people wrong.
A. J. Foyt
#22. You know," she stammered, resenting the way her body reacted to his touch with fireworks and songbirds, "I kind of hate you sometimes."
"If that's code for 'I want to fuck you until I can't walk straight', then I kind of hate you, too.
Jennifer Bonds
#23. I was startled by his touch. I hadn't realized he was so close to me, because I seemed so far from myself.
Stephanie Dray
#24. His touch and proximity were starting to arouse me again. Or maybe it was just the thought of Spock, I couldn't be sure.
Shaye Marlow
#25. She feared so many things. Too many to want to count them. Some she would not even want to try to justify.
But his touch?
Surprisingly, this was not one of them . . .
Marilyn Brant
#26. The world is rid of Lord Byron, but the deadly slime of his touch still remains.
John Constable
#27. He tipped my chin, forcing me to look at him. "We have forever to work up to that, Echo. Let's enjoy every step of the way."
My mind drifted this way and that. Mostly between focusing on his heart, his touch and the sweetest word i had ever heard: forever.
Katie McGarry
#28. The pressure of his touch through my jacket and my sweater was more assurance than any promise ever made to me. It was a touch that said, I have your back and I am here for you. If a girl wasn't careful, she could fall in love with a touch like that.
Justina Chen
#29. He ran the back of his fingers along her flushed cheek. His touch was soft, and she leaned her head in his direction. "My beautiful girl," he said.
She took in his expression. "You think I'm beautiful?"
"I don't think you're beautiful, Haven," he said. "I know you are.
J.M. Darhower
#30. She had no right to enjoy his touch. She was a terrible friend in that moment, because she wanted him. Oh, how she wanted him to love her! To always be near to hold her and protect her.
Melanie Dickerson
#31. His rough-pad fingers travel down my throat, across my collarbone, down the swell of my chest, a simple caress which has me quaking inside. My flesh aches for him, burns for his touch.
Magda Alexander
#32. I was about to sit down when Kyle's hand wrapped around my left wrist lightly and pulled up my arm. The suddenness of his touch was startling. I looked at him, confused, and saw fire in his eyes - raw anger I didn't understand. His eyes looked up at me and penetrated mine.
Christie Cote
#33. Perhaps it was the way he'd look at me and smile,
Perhaps it was the sound of his voice after being utterly defeated,
Perhaps it was the warmth of his touch,
Perhaps I've always been in love with you
Tanzy Sayadi
#34. 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
#35. His touch was heaven.
And he looked like sex and secrets.
V. Theia
#36. He pulls me into his arms, his touch calm and soothing, but unable to erase the truth. "I have to go," he finally whispers. "But Ever, if you want to love me, if you truly want to be with me, then you'll have to accept what we are. I'll understand if you can't.
Alyson Noel
#37. Mark ran his fingers over the bindings and
whispered words, written long ago, words that
wriggled through the aged leather, trembled
beneath his touch. What lives and loves,
hopes and dreams, deaths and despair
these volumes held.
Ellen Read
#38. I was right, I knew I was, but it won't do me any good to say it. I enjoy my victory silently; I take pleasure in it almost as much as in his touch.
Paula Hawkins
#39. My skin begged for his touch. My lips tingled for his. Every inch of me craved what he could deliver.
Pepper Winters
#40. His smile banished my loneliness and limbed the hollows of my anema with starlight, pure and bright...his touch hummed in my bones like an aria -- a song to my dance, a beginning of a promise.
Roshani Chokshi
#41. And then something truly bizarre happened. I could feel his touch through our eyes. I couldn't look away from him.
P.C. Cast
#42. I'm falling through eternity and his touch is the fabric of that forever. His kiss is the substance of infinity.
Jasinda Wilder
#43. Am I hot now?" he asked, his voice low and rumbling with arousal as his fingers slipped beneath my panties.
I arched into his touch, bracing my hands on his chest. "Baby, you don't know how to be anything else.
Samantha Young
#44. And he was the reason I felt it. His gaze, his touch, his smile, his laugh, no one had ever made me feel ... worshiped ... quite like he did.
S.C. Stephens
#45. His touch fucked with my ability to concentrate even more than his presence already had. My lower belly was in a state of what-the-fuck-are-you-doing? My skin was in a state of "holy fucking hell let him touch every part of you" and my vagina had pulled out the fucking welcome mat.
Nina Levine
#46. To gain confidence, constant practice is essential. Just as a musician needs to practice regularly to retain his touch, the watercolourist needs to be constantly in touch with the medium.
Robert A. Lovett
#47. Convince him. I relaxed against his touch and didn't turn away when his mouth met mine.
Mary E. Pearson
#48. How's this for honesty?" Luke said abruptly. "I want you..."
"I don't have sex with men I've just met," she murmured.
He rested his hands on her hips, the warmth of his touch searing her flesh. "Would you consider making an exception?
Elle Kennedy
#49. Men nowhere, east or west, live yet a natural life, round which the vine clings, and which the elm willingly shadows. Man would desecrate it by his touch, and so the beauty of the world remains veiled to him. He needs not only to be spiritualized, but naturalized, on the soil of earth.
Henry David Thoreau
#50. I felt it very moving to feel his touch, and to remember that hands can also show love.
Jonathan Safran Foer
#51. His touch thrilled her, excited her and left her with a yearning to do anything, and everything,
Mina Carter
#52. I turned my peeled-apple face to him. I'd make myself look at him. I owed him that. His touch lingered on my neck as though he'd left a handprint of melted light.
Franny Billingsley
#53. He places a hand on the curve of my hip. His touch is tender yet possessive. "That's good enough for now. And just so you know, I'm not letting you walk away from me this time. No dogs, no assholes, no appointments. Today you're mine." I
Mia Asher
#54. His touch cable knits my veins, remaking and remolding who I am.
Poppet
#55. His touch is more intoxicating than any kind and combination of alcohol...
Kiran Joshi
#56. As nice as his touch was, it's not what lingers with me while I work. It's his words. Two words I tried to shut out, but they cling to me.
What if echoes in my head as I hunt.
What if haunts me through the Narrows.
What if follows me home.
Victoria Schwab
#57. He broke her heart and made her crave his touch even while she was trying to figure out where to hide his body.
Sherrilyn Kenyon
#59. You heard the First Angel." His hand brushed across my forehead, his touch remarkably tender for someone who had me pinned down. "She officially ordered me to finish cuddling first." "I wouldn't call that an order so much as permission," I
Ella Summers
#60. Pursing my lips, I strive to appear unaffected by his touch. He is so artful at diverting me from anything painful, or anything he doesn't want to address. And you let him, my subconscious pipes up unhelpfully, gazing over her copy of Jane Eyre.
E.L. James
#62. I started picturing Rens smiling face, the warmth of his touch, the slight curl of his lip before he kissed me. Every happy memory came rushing back through the blackness illuminating it in brilliant color.
S.G. Holster
#63. Or so it felt, his touch making her believe in the fiction of them.
Lauren Blakely
#64. He was still stroking the inside of her wrist, his touch doing odd delicious things to her skin and nerves.
Cassandra Clare
#65. I pull away and all the magical qualities of his touch fade. It's the worst feeling in the world.
H.M. Ward
#66. His cold, unmoving face startled me, but the warmth from his hands left me curious and longing for more of his touch.
Magan Vernon
#67. He fills my thoughts, my dreams, and my nightmares. The memory of him, and his touch, pound on the door to my soul with such force that cracks are forming in the wood. I do my best to act like no one is home by keeping the door locked and the lights off.
Andrea Randall
#68. Does it hurt now?" he asked, his tone rough and seductive.
"No." She shook her head again and sighed, trying to pretend his touch didn't make her uncomfortably wet.
He grinned. "So...what's with the heavy breathing?
Eden Summers
#69. You have no idea what I'd do for you if you'd let me." He runs his thumb over my bottom lip., his touch light, but enough to seize my breath. Enough to triple my heartbeat. "But one day you will.
Kennedy Ryan
#70. She did not realise that there could be a joy - a spiritual ecstasy- in the touch of a certain man, or that she would long for his touch with all her being
Anne Rouen
#71. I've learned that the heart does not lie. The thought of never being with him or having him in my life again shattered me. Not a day went by that I didn't think of his smile or remember his laugh, his touch, and how that alluring Scottish accent always made my knees tremble.
Victoria Roberts
#72. God, he suddenly understood, was love in its purest form, and in these last months with his children, he had felt His touch as surely as he had heard the music spilling from Ronnie's hands.
Nicholas Sparks
#73. I wonder what freezes
the flurry of hurt on her cold-
flushed cheeks, if his touch is
a salve or the shattering.
Beth Morey
#74. The tenderness in his touch lashes out and scars my heart.
Colleen Hoover
#76. I moan with his words, with the boldness of this man, with the ease at which he can spin my world around and drive me wild. I am close to the sweet spot, moving against his hand, arching into his touch,
Lisa Renee Jones
#77. His touch seared all the way through to my bones. Each touch after would pale in comparison. For the rest of my life.
Missy Anne
#78. He gives me a kiss. It's slow and silky, and it makes me melt all over. He caresses my face, and I tilt my head into his touch.
Susan Ee
#79. You have an incredible body. He reaches out to touch my stomach. I feel no pleasure in his compliment or his touch, only impatience. This is the only feeling. I feel like the paper on which my mood chart is printed.
Augusten Burroughs
#80. His mouth stole her breath. His touch stole her heart. And his cock stole her sanity.
Laura Kaye
#81. How could I have never told anyone what He had done for me? Nothing else had worked. Nothing had been able to break the chains that kept me living on the edge. Nothing ... except the gentleness of His touch.
Nikki Rosen
#82. I will teach you many things, little star." He has that look on his face that I can't read. His eyes seem even darker than I remember. They're a contrast to the softness of his touch on my cheek and lips.
Alexa Riley
#83. Her fingers brushed his palm as she took the piece of metal, warm from his touch, and something surprisingly like a burst of want ferreted up her spine.
Misty Simon
#84. I'm not a prince. God, never hold me in that light. You'll only be disappointed." His touch gentles, even his gaze goes hard with intensity. "I'm not a good man, Avery. But I am the one who loves you.
Lara Adrian
#85. His touch warmed my whole body. I was longing to throw my arms around him and hold him close, but the magic of this moment was like a single, lovely strand of cobweb, fragile and delicate. One wrong move and it would snap beyond mending.
Juliet Marillier
#86. Nothing in his touch said he considered her fractured, considered her damaged goods, and that gave her a freedom she wouldn't have believed possible.
Nalini Singh
#87. The great assay of art, but at his touch - Such sanctity hath heaven given his hand -
William Shakespeare
#88. I let of as soon as the electricity of his touch rushed all through me.
Nicole Gulla
#89. I bolted upright in my bed, gasping for air and still feeling his touch on my hand. I could feel him watching me. I could feel him waiting for me.
Dana Michelle Burnett
#90. My skin still sings from his touch. His cologne lingers on my shirt, the air kissed by his presence.
Adriana Locke
#91. His touch sent a combination of tickles and chills through my body. My heart sped up and i struggled to keep my breathing normal.
Every Noah rummor had been right. His kisses curled my toes and now his simple touch rocked my body.
Katie McGarry
#92. My hand slips into his as though it remembers his touch and we've held hands often in a previous life.
Padma Venkatraman
#93. I should move away from his touch. But he's a constant storm in my life, clouding my head, ensuring I make bad decisions. He doesn't do it on purpose, he knows we're not good for each other, but there's something about us that makes us fight back harder, thinking we can overcome it.
Brittany Butler
#94. Cheshire's fingers, cold and slightly damp, stroked down the scar on her cheek. She swallowed the shudder of revulsion at his touch.
"Yes," Cheshire said. "He marked you so that he would know you again, and know that you belong to him."
"I belong to no one," Alice said.
Christina Henry
#95. His touch was like heroin in my veins, and I was a grateful addict.
Kitty Thomas
#96. His touch comforted her because for a moment there, she would've actually drifted away in the stale evening wind of Saint County.
A.A. Gupte
#97. Come on. He dropped a heavy hand on my back, between my shoulder blades, and my breath stalled.
I was effectively silenced by his touch. Perhaps that was why he did it. Not many people would blame him and probably wished they wielded that kind of power over me.
Jennifer L. Armentrout
#98. His touch was like a bard's on his instrument, and it awakened a deep and mysterious music in my body.
Juliet Marillier
#99. His touch brought with it the strangest sense of relief - as if I'd been in pain and that pain had suddenly ceased.
Stephenie Meyer
#100. If you can't feel the touch of the gods on your own, it greatly behooves you to work on that before some lecher tells you his touch is just as good.
Thomm Quackenbush
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