91.   But as she moved instinctively beneath him he buried his face in her hair with a groan and then plunged into the very flower of her being.

92.   He glanced down at her flushed face in its frame of wild hair.

93.   He shrugged, turning the key in the ignition to start the car, his face in profile looking harsh and grim.

94.   He cupped her face in his hands, moaning softly as he drew her resisting body towards him.

95.   He sighed heavily again as he moved over to sit down beside her, leaning forward and burying his face in his hands for a moment.

96.   With a heavy sigh Laura placed her elbows on the dressing-table, leaning forward to bury her face in her hands for a moment.

97.   His breath caught in his throat and he cupped her face in his hands, his fingers becoming entangled in her hair while urgently his gaze searched her face.

98.   Juliet put her face in her hands.

99.   Celia screwed up her face in an effort to think back.

100.   Colour poured into her face in a hot tide.