It washed the hard planes and angles of his face with silver.

He felt his face shift into harder planes than usual.

He had a hundred hard planes in his face, surrounding a high-ridged nose.

She tried not to notice the hard planes of his chest.

She could just see the searing light in his eyes, the hard planes of his face.

David felt the light, warm fingers skim over the hard planes of his face.

Slowly, ever so gently, he felt his way along it, to where a hard plane suddenly turned to six soft points.

She fit the hollows and hard planes of his body as if made for him alone.

She needed the hard planes of his body pressed against her own.

She'd felt the hard plane of his chest as he'd shifted her stance.