That way you don't have to taste it.
She's got a sharp tongue, but she could make shoe soles taste like fine steak.
Never in her wildest dreams would she have considered her taste stylish or elegant.
But then, he didn't say her taste was stylish - he said it had style.
"Taste," Talon said, handing her arm to the silver-haired man beside him.
You taste like honey, love.
The scent, the taste, was unlike anything she ever experienced.
She stared at the embroidered tablecloth, tormented by the scent of food she couldn't eat and the visions of death and betrayal that left an acrid taste in her mouth.
The taste of a human and the stamina of a demon.
Standing between the men who could claim her as a mate at some point in the past week, she was caught in the need to taste Darkyn and the desire to have the love of an Immortal whose heart was never hers to start out with.
"It's all still too much of a coincidence for my taste," Dean said.
It don't taste right.
She was starting to taste the bitterness of reality.
But I want to be the first demon to taste a deity.
He smelled like dark chocolate, spices and man, a combination that ensnared her senses and made her want to taste him.
She put her cell phone on its charger and explored the house, admiring his taste in everything from furniture to paintings to simple décor.
"We have similar taste in alcohol," he said, and lifted his glass to her.
Rhyn felt suddenly jealous, wishing he could taste what smelled so wonderful.
I just wanted to eat your blood monkey because she smelled so good, I figured she.d taste even better.
He focused on the taste of their warm blood and on tearing them limb from limb.
He complied and kissed her deeply, enjoying the taste and feel of her despite the mix of salty tears.
Her senses filled with his taste, scent, the heat of his body, enveloping her yet never enough.
It somewhat squelched the taste, enough so they were palatable.
We're not the custodians of the morals of our guests, nor the taste of her lovers.
I'm a vampire and I would very much like to taste your blood.
Connor asked, "Does blood really taste good?"
"Those are damas," said Dorothy, "and you must never even taste them, Eureka, or you'll get invis'ble, and then we can't see you at all."
I imagine it would taste mighty good.
It is the rule and custom of the cupbearer to pour out a little of the wine and taste it before handing the cup to me.
Fast food chains optimize for two of them: taste and price, at the expense of nutrition.
Or that taste like meat, taking pastureland off the grid.
She never allowed her pupil to send off letters which contained offenses against taste, but made her write them over until they were not only correct, but charming and well phrased.
In these later years, since Helen has come in contact with so many persons who are able to converse freely with her, she has made the acquaintance of some literature with which I am not familiar; she has also found in books printed in raised letters, in the reading of which I have been unable to follow her, much material for the cultivation of the taste she possesses for poetical imagery.
Before we can adorn our houses with beautiful objects the walls must be stripped, and our lives must be stripped, and beautiful housekeeping and beautiful living be laid for a foundation: now, a taste for the beautiful is most cultivated out of doors, where there is no house and no housekeeper.
It is partly his taste, and not merely his misfortune.
They praised her taste and toilet, and at eleven o'clock, careful of their coiffures and dresses, they settled themselves in their carriages and drove off.
De Beausset bowed gratefully at this regard for his taste for travel (of which he had not till then been aware).