“Biting's excellent. It's like kissing - only there is a winner.”
― Neil Gaiman

“It's just not as hot without biting, scratching, and spanking, involved.”
― Jennifer Salaiz

“I'm sorry Donatella wounded you so badly,' Evangeline said. And she meant it. She imagined Jacks was probably leaving a few things out, but she believed his hurt was genuine. 'Maybe the stories have it wrong and there's another true love waiting for you.'

Jacks laughed derisively. 'Are you saying this because you think you can be her?' He eyed Evangeline through the bars, gaze bordering on indecent. 'Do you want to kiss me, Little Fox?'

Something new and terrible knotted up inside her. 'No, that's not what I'm saying.'

'You don't sound too sure about that. You might not like me, but I bet you'd like it if I kissed you.' His eyes went to her lips, and the heat that swept across her mouth felt like the beginning of a kiss.

'Jacks, stop it,' she demanded. He didn't really want to kiss her. He was just teasing her to deflect the pain. 'I know what you're doing.'

'I doubt it.' He smiled, flashing his dimples as he ran his tongue over the tip of a very sharp and long incisor, looking suddenly thoughtful. 'Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to stay like this. I rather like these.'

'You also like daylight.' Evangeline reminded him.

'I could probably live without the sun if I could trade it for other things.' He cocked his head. 'I wonder... if I were to become a true vampire, perhaps my kiss wouldn't be fatal anymore.' His fangs lengthened. 'You could let me bite you and we could try it out.'

Another piercing lick of heat, this time right beneath her jaw, then her wrist, and a few other intimate places she'd have never thought anyone would bite.

Evangeline blushed from her neck down to her collarbone. 'We're not talking about biting,' she said hotly.”
― Stephanie Garber, Once Upon a Broken Heart

“He leaned down until his lips brushed her ear. “I told you to stop flinching.” And then he bit her. A slow, painless nip but there were definitely teeth involved.”
― Nalini Singh, Mine to Possess

“Flavour your life in such a way that anyone who thinks he or she is biting or back-biting you, will rather take smiles away unexpectedly and with surprises.”
― Israelmore Ayivor

“Quinns always come at half price, about half the time, and half-naked, even during the colder half of winter. A Quinn is like a queen, but draggier, and cheaper to buy and use for personal gain, unless you’re suspicious that you’re poor and illiterate like Jarod Kintz, in which case Quinns could be the spirits of your dead relatives, come to haunt you until you gather a massive fortune through selling books on the internet, to send some back in time through a portal you bought from the NSA, so they would have lived better lives without having to move a finger for their fortune. Oh, yah, and since they aren’t - they’re blue, like smurfs, yet they turn purple whenever tickled on the belly, which is something they seem to rather dislike, since they start biting and scratching when it happens, for no good reason, I might add.”
― Will Advise, Nothing is here...

“Oak puts his hands on my shoulders, pushing my back to the wall.

'Pretend with me,' he whispers. And then he presses his mouth to mine.

A soldier kissing one of the serving girls. A bored ex-falcon attempting to amuse himself. Oak hiding our faces, giving us a reason to be overlooked. I understand the game.

This is no declaration of desire. And yet, I am rooted in place by the shocking heat of his mouth, the softness of his lips, the way one of his hands goes to the ice wall to brace himself and the other to my waist, and then to the hilt of my knife as they draw closer.

He doesn't want me. This doesn't mean he wants me. I repeat that over and over as I let him part my lips with his tongue. I run my hands up his back under his shirt, letting my nails trail over his skin.

I have been trained in all the arts of a courtier. Dancing and duelling, kissing and deceiving.

Still, I am gratified when he shudders, when the hand he was bracing with lifts to thread through my hair, to cup my head. My mouth slides over his jaw to his throat, then against his shoulder, where I press the points of my teeth. His body stiffens, his fingers gripping me harder, pulling me closer to him. When I bite down, he gasps.”
― Holly Black, The Stolen Heir

“I’d rather be waterboarded,” Henry says, smiling back. The camera snaps nearby. His eyes are big and soft and blue, and he desperately needs to be punched in one of them. “Your country could probably arrange that.”
― Casey McQuiston, Red, White & Royal Blue

“Well, once again, my friend we find that science is a two-headed beast. One head is nice, it gives us aspirin and other modern conveniences... but the other head of science is bad! Oh, beware the other head of science, Arthur, it bites!”
― The Tick

“Bite first, ask questions later.”
― John Austin, So Now You're a Zombie: A Handbook for the Newly Undead

“She glanced to him and patted the seat beside her. “I only bite on Tuesdays. You’re safe.”
― Katherine McIntyre, Forged Futures

“No matter what I tell you about vampires, you're going to be intrigued instead of horrified. Your kind always wants to be bitten or changed.'

'Not me,' Evangeline argued.

'But you're curious,' Jacks challenged.

'I'm curious about a lot of things. I'm curious about you, but I don't want you to bite me.'

The corner of Jacks' mouth twitched. 'I've already done that, Little Fox.'

His cold fingers found her wrist and slipped underneath the edge of her glove to stroke the last remaining broken heart scar. 'Lucky for you, no matter how many times I bite you, you'll never turn in to what I am. But sometimes all it takes from a vampire is one look, and you're theirs.”
― Stephanie Garber, Once Upon a Broken Heart

“Why aren't you running away?' he asked.

'Given the way you keep looking at me, I imagine you'll give chase, or you'll find another human who you wouldn't feel guilty about biting.'

I wouldn't feel guilty about biting you.”
― Stephanie Garber, Once Upon a Broken Heart

“Jacks slid an arm underneath her cape and wrapped it around Evangeline's waist, holding her possessively tight as he drawled, 'Stop flashing your fangs. I'm the only one who gets to bite her.'

Jacks nipped at Evangeline's ear, cold and sharp. She felt the sting of it everywhere, covering her with gooseflesh, which somehow turned to blush when it reached her cheeks.

No matter how many times I bite you, you'll never turn in to what I am, he'd said. And now he was doing it, just to prove that he could.

Evangeline started to pull away.

Don't. Jacks spread his fingers and tightened his grip on her waist. Humans don't have power here. If he thinks I can't control you, he'll do it, and I guarantee you'll enjoy that even less.

You still didn't have to bite me, Evangeline thought. And she would have shaken him off, but she wasn't there to fight with Jacks. She was there because Apollo was dead and she needed to find out who'd killed him.

So instead of battling Jacks, she gritted her teeth as he released her waist and took hold of her hand.”
― Stephanie Garber, Once Upon a Broken Heart

“Do you want to be a vampire?' Evangeline asked.

'No,' Jacks spat. 'I don't want to be a vampire, but I do want to bite you.'

Evangeline's skin went hot all over.

Jacks ground his teeth, looking furious at her for still being there. 'You should go,' he repeated.

'I'm not leaving you like this.' Evangeline searched the entryway for shackles.

'You are not pinning me to a wall.' Jacks glared.

'Do you have a better suggestion?”
― Stephanie Garber, Once Upon a Broken Heart

“I became a snarling beast, clawing and biting, barely aware of anything but pain.”
― Holly Black, The Stolen Heir

“The director of the Road Safety Authority comes on the radio to tell me that today is the day of the year upon which more people die in car accidents than on any other, as though if he tells me this I might postpone the car accident I had scheduled; I might remember not to be so common, so vulgar, as to die today.”
― Sara Baume, A Line Made By Walking

“You said I could gnash you. If you get mad now that’s like breaking a promise. Besides, in the Land of Wom, we bite to show we like a thing. And that we don’t like a thing. And that we think a thing is delicious. And that we think it is ours! Because anything you bite is yours, that’s just obvious! We bite when we are angry and hungry and joyful and excited to go to the cinema and frightened of wild dogs and because it is Tuesday but also because it is Sunday and especially when we are DELIGHTED but NERVOUS. Nothing says I AM HAVING FEELINGS like a bite! And I bit you so you are mine, Tom Rood. I own you. Wombat Rules. I own a troll!”
― Catherynne M. Valente

“Tell me if you get the urge to take a bite out of someone, though.'

'There's a long list of people I'd like to bite,' said Marra, a bit dryly.

The dust-wife snorted. 'Fair enough. Just tell me if you get the urge to chew afterward, then.”
― T. Kingfisher, Nettle & Bone

“Me no like doggies!”
― Steven Magee