What?
I should find it very hard to say.
Oh, I didn't stop to think.

With your conventional, stiff, frigid manners, and your appearance, like a curly-haired little wolf, you pleased me, that was all! And now I could not do without you.

No, indeed, I couldn't." He assured her that on her surrender he had been deliciously surprised; he said all sorts of pretty, caressing things, all of which had been said before.
Taking his head in her hands, she said: "You have really the teeth of a wolf.

I think it was your teeth that made me want you the first day.

Bite me!" He pressed her to his bosom, and felt her firm supple body respond to his embrace.