She gasped as his fangs pierced her throat.
The egg fell, and she gasped as it exploded on contact with the floor.
When she gasped for air, his blood trickled into her mouth.
She clamped a hand over her mouth and gasped in horror.
She gasped at the intensity that turned her lower belly into a furnace and swept through her, making her achingly aware of his scent, the heat and smoothness of his skin, the size of his body and the hot mouth pressed against her neck.
She gasped at the view.
Breaking through the surface, Gabriel gasped in a few breaths before swimming towards the shore with powerful strokes.
She gasped and covered her mouth.
She gasped and dropped, crying out when the second arrow tore into her.
She gasped in air, heart soaring.