Sofia licked her lips, the rich flavor as ensnaring as his scent.
His mouth was hot, his flavor as addictive as his blood.
She pulled more of him into her, trying to identify the elusive flavor that left her intoxicated.
She stilled, arrested by the flavor and texture.
She drew his blood into her mouth, immediately appeased by the elusive flavor that made her blood burn.
He kissed her again, slow and deep, savoring her flavor, then pulled his head away.
At the strong flavor, she glanced at Daniela, who winked.
The clear broth held a tangy, rich flavor, like spiced butter.
While I'm not disagreeing with you that Edith looks like the best candidate, in my mind she's still the flavor of the month at the fruitcake sale.
He took a sip and found the flavor actually pleasing.
He took a bite of food, obviously savoring its flavor before he swallowed.
They have a spicy flavor I find refreshing.
Not as sweet as human blood, the Watcher's flavor had depth and conveyed more than life.
"There are slight flavor variances from person-to-person," he explained.
Xander slowed the pace as he had the night before, teaching her to savor the sensation of his lips, his flavor and the way his large hands moved over her body, gently guiding her where he wanted her to go.
I want the flower and fruit of a man; that some fragrance be wafted over from him to me, and some ripeness flavor our intercourse.
The fruits do not yield their true flavor to the purchaser of them, nor to him who raises them for the market.
If you would know the flavor of huckleberries, ask the cowboy or the partridge.
(The horseflesh was appetizing and nourishing, the saltpeter flavor of the gunpowder they used instead of salt was even pleasant; there was no great cold, it was always warm walking in the daytime, and at night there were the campfires; the lice that devoured him warmed his body.)