His hands found warm blood and a body to go with it.

He hit me again, and warm blood filled my mouth.

She was so full of life, and rich, warm blood.

They have warm blood and so do their young inside the eggs.

I loved seeing him so full of the warm blood that he might have been human.

A second later, warm blood started running down into my collar.

He enjoyed the feel of warm blood on his skin.

I was swimming in a lake of fresh, warm blood.

He felt the warm blood of youth once more in his veins.

"Or he likes the taste of warm blood from the body."