The reply sounded like a whisper of wet silk across a smooth slate.

The library swirled about me and snapped like wet silk.

To pull back before sinking in farther, feeling the hot, wet silk gripping him.

She didn't stop to think that it was blood she took like wet silk into her mouth.

Control became a fragmented idea as her heat and wet silk poured over him.

He was down in four, wearing a robe that clung like wet silk.

Her skin, always a surprise of delicacy, was damp and hot so that it slid like wet silk over his as they moved together.

She cried out again, fisted her hands in the wet silk of his hair.

Sliding her fingers up, she combed them through his hair - thick, wet silk.

He grabbed the brush from her and began to run it through the wet silk of her hair.