“A bitter hatred was lifting his lip from his teeth.”
“The punter sweated on top of Marina, his lips all over her young body, his tongue slipping out from rows of crooked teeth, pushing hungrily from between his shrivelled lips like a clam from a shell, a bottom feeder searching for salty nutrition.”
“If he had to bring all the bitterness and hatred of the world into his heart, he was not going to be in love with her again.”
“…and from that moment Buck hated him with a bitter and deathless hatred.”
“His brows were lowered in concentration. Thick, sooty lashes hid his eyes.They lifted and his lips spread into a grin.I was in so much trouble.”
“I want to bite this lip,” he murmurs against my mouth, and carefully he tugs at it with his teeth.”