Swoon Me
6:23 PM
Who doesn't want to be
swooned? If you find someone who doesn't, please smack them for me! And I meant
that in the kindest way possible. I saw a similar post on a blog. Now I can't
remember which blog or I'd link back to it. But here are some of my favorite
swooning moments from books I love.
Side note: Yes, there are two from Jennifer L. Armentrout because she is the queen of sexual tension and I love everything she writes--especially her kissing scenes.
OBSIDIAN by Jennifer L. Armentrout
His hands slid around my head,
pulling me back to his mouth. There was a cracking sound in the house. A
fissure of electricity shot through the room. Something smoked. But I didn’t
care. We were moving backwards. His hands were moving down, under my shirt, his
fingers skimming over my skin, sending a rush of blood to every part of my
body. And my hands went down. His stomach was hard, dipped and rippled in all
the right places.
And then my shirt joined his on the
floor. Skin against skin. His hummed, brimming full of power. I ran my fingers
down his chest, to the button on his jeans. The back of my legs hit the couch
and we went down, a tangle of legs and hands moving, exploring. Our hips were
molded together and we moved against one another. I think I whispered his name,
and then his arms tightened around me, crushing me against his chest and his
hands slipped between my legs. And I was swimming in raw sensations.
This very scene for your viewing pleasure. :)
SHATTER ME by Tahereh Mafi
And he’s kissing me.
Once, twice, until I’ve had a taste
and realize I’ll never have enough. He’s everywhere up my back and over my arms
and suddenly he’s kissing me harder, deeper, with a fervent urgent need I’ve
never known before. He breaks for air only to bury his lips in my neck, along
my collarbone, up my chin and cheeks and I’m gasping for oxygen and he’s
destroying me with his hands and we’re drenched in water and beauty and the
exhilaration of a moment I never knew was possible.
MY SOUL TO SAVE by Rachel Vincent
He leaned forward and his lips met
mine. Softly at first. The eagerly. I tilted my head for a better angle and
kissed him back, loving the feel of his lips on mine, his hand at the back of
my neck. My fingers found his chest, trailing lightly over his shirt to feel
the firmness beneath. My heart raced, adrenaline pulsing through me in a
steady, charged rhythm, leaving my limbs heavy, my body eager. My mouth opened
beneath Nash’s and he moaned. The sound of his need skimmed lightly over my
skin like a shadow given form, warming me as it slid down my neck, over my
collarbones and between my breasts to burn deep inside me.
PURE by Jennifer L. Armentrout
I knew I should stop him, because
allowing him to kiss me totally defeated the point of the argument we’d just
had, but I found myself closing my eyes instead. His mouth was so warm and
sweet, dizzying actually. Then it deepened, stealing my breath and sending my
heart racing.
Kissing wasn’t a big deal, so this
kiss shouldn’t be any different. But by the gods, I’d never been kissed like
this before.
I looped my arms around his neck,
tangling my fingers in his hair, and then I was kissing him back. Kissing him
with the same wild abandonment he’d divided into, and gods, I liked kissing
Seth.
So what books swoon you?
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