The taste of him filled her; his bare skin was hot to the touch, despite the rain beating down on them.

Until the bitter iron taste of blood filled her mouth.

As the taste of fresh blood filled his mouth, the Black power in it flowed through him, offering strength.

The hot, powerful taste filled the craving she awoke with every morning.

The sweet taste of her filled him like warmed wine.

The rich taste filled his mouth, but he had no time to sit and eat.

The taste filled his mouth, making him want to gag.

He drank from the glass and the taste of it filled him.

Her taste filled him, but he hadn't the patience to relish it.