A biting wind.
A biting criticism.
A biting insect.
She met his gaze, biting her lip.
Two maids were turning up the hem and hurriedly biting off the ends of thread.
Biting her lip, she turned away from him and stared out the window.
"Yes," she hesitated, biting her lower lip.
Denisov sat gloomily biting his mustache and listening to the conversation, evidently with no wish to take part in it.