Licking Quotes

“His teeth grazed her pulse.

'Jacks-' It was suddenly impossible to form words. His mouth was against her throat and his teeth were on her skin. HIs teeth! Evangeline finally pressed against his chest. But it was as useless as trying to battle a block of marble. Hot, sculpted marble. She wanted to tell him not to bite her, but saying the word bite didn't seem like the wisest idea just then. 'You won't want this later.'

'Not really thinking about later.' He licked her, one languorous stroke up the column of her neck.

She gasped. 'You don't even like me.'

'I like you right now. I like you a lot.' He gently sucked her skin. 'In fact, I can't think of anything I like more.”
― Stephanie Garber, Once Upon a Broken Heart

“Are you threatening me?” He looked completely outraged at such a thing.
“You bet your incredibly attractive and probably hard enough to bounce a quarter off ass I am!” she snapped back.
An indescribable look flitted across his face. “You are the most irreverent woman I’ve ever met.”
“And you’re the handsomest man I’ve ever seen in my life, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to lick you!” she yelled.”
― Katie MacAlister, It's All Greek to Me

“Little Fox, when I saw you, I thought-'

He broke off as he set her atop all the twisted sheets. Then he fisted her hair in his hand and tugged until she was looking up at him. His face had all the agony of a fallen star, broken and beautiful, with eyes so blue, the colour of everything else looked dull.

Deliberately, his gaze fell to her lips.

Her breathing turned ragged, and she wished just once that he could kiss her.

He leaned closer and gently twisted her hair, angling her head as he brought their mouths incredibly close.

'You're still bleeding.' He licked the centre of her lips, soft and agonisingly slow. His tongue felt like heaven and hell. Like everything she wanted and all she couldn't have. She had to stop herself from leaning closer, though she doubted Jacks would let her. She could feel his fingers against her scalp, holding her in place, keeping her lips just shy of his.

But maybe it was close enough. Maybe they didn't have to touch. She could live like this as long as she could live with him.”
― Stephanie Garber, The Ballad of Never After

“It's quicker, easier, and involves less licking”
― Douglas Adams, The Salmon of Doubt: Hitchhiking the Galaxy One Last Time

“I had a dream about you. I licked your cone of ice cream. It was envelope flavored.”
― Melody Sohayegh, Dreaming is for lovers

“No real man should ever feel threatened by a lesbian. After all, she is just licking it clean, before I get there.”
― Robert Black

“About the body I know very little, though I am steadily trying to improve myself, in the way animals improve themselves by licking.”
― Renee Gladman, Juice

“We took the peaches to bed. It is always nice to have someone else to lick the peach juice off your breast.”
― Kerry Greenwood, Forbidden Fruit

“I felt the ripple in the darkness without having to look up, and didn't flinch at the soft footsteps that approached me. I didn't bother hoping that it would be Tamlin. 'Still weeping?'

Rhysand.

I didn't lower my hands from my face. The floor rose toward the lowering ceiling- I would soon be flattened. There was no colour, no light here.

'You're just beaten her second task. Tears are unnecessary.'

I wept harder, and he laughed. The stones reverberated as he knelt before me, and though I tried to fight him, his grip was firm as he grasped my wrists and pried my hands from my face.

The walls weren't moving, and the room was open- gaping. No colours, but shades of darkness, of night. Only those star-flecked violet eyes were bright, full of colour and light. He gave me a lazy smile before he leaned forward.

I pulled away, but his hands were like shackles. I could do nothing as his mouth met with my cheek, and he licked away a tear. His tongue was hot against my skin, so startling that I couldn't move as he licked away another path of salt water, and then another. My body went taut and loose all at once and I burned, even as chills shuddered along my limbs. It was only when his tongue danced along the damp edges of my lashes that I jerked back.

He chuckled as I scrambled for the corner of the cell. I wiped my face as I glared at him.

He smirked, sitting down against a wall. 'I figured that would get you to stop crying.'

'It was disgusting.' I wiped my face again.

'Was it?' He quirked an eyebrow and pointed to his palm- to the place where my tattoo would be. 'Beneath all your pride and stubbornness, I could have sworn I detected something that felt differently. Interesting.'

'Get out.'

'As usual, your gratitude is overwhelming.'

'Do you want me to kiss your feet for what you did at the trial? Do you want me to offer another week of my life?'

'Not unless you feel compelled to do so,' he said, his eyes like stars.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Thorns and Roses

“Tracey hurriedly shut the door behind her to prevent the flames that had been licking hungrily at her caboose all the way down the corridor, from following her inside. Then, almost falling into one of the gravity couches, she hurriedly strapped herself into it before punching the emergency release. She hoped the escape system still worked. It did. The explosive dead-bolts fired, shaking the pod loose, dislodging it from the rapidly disintegrating wreck, just about shaking the crap out of her on its bone-jarring way into the great wide open.”
― Christina Engela, Prodigal Sun

“I love you,' he said. And if I hadn't already believed him, felt it in my very bones, the light in his face as he said the words...

Tears burned my eyes again, slipping free before I could control myself.

Rhys leaned in to lick them away. One after another. As he'd once done Under the Mountain.

'You have a choice,' he murmured against my cheekbone. 'Either I lick every inch of you clean...' His hand grazed the tip of my breast, circling lazily. As if we had days and days to do this. 'Or you can get into the bath that should be ready by now.'

I pulled away, lifting a brow. 'Are you suggesting that I smell?'

Rhys smirked, and I could have sworn my core pounded in answer. 'Never. But...' His eyes darkened, the desire and amusement fading as he took in my clothes. 'There is blood on you. Yours and others'. I thought I'd be a good mate and offer you a bath before I ravish you wholly.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

“old ladies once again
shared their needles
and the cats weren’t the only cats
licking people”
― Roy Duffield, Bacchus Against the Wall