That way you don't have to taste it.
I imagine it would taste mighty good.
I'm a vampire and I would very much like to taste your blood.
You taste like honey, love.
She was starting to taste the bitterness of reality.
"It's all still too much of a coincidence for my taste," Dean said.
It don't taste right.
He complied and kissed her deeply, enjoying the taste and feel of her despite the mix of salty tears.
He focused on the taste of their warm blood and on tearing them limb from limb.
The scent, the taste, was unlike anything she ever experienced.
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.
It made her hungry to taste him.
"We have similar taste in alcohol," he said, and lifted his glass to her.
She's got a sharp tongue, but she could make shoe soles taste like fine steak.
But then, he didn't say her taste was stylish - he said it had style.
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.
Fast food chains optimize for two of them: taste and price, at the expense of nutrition.
Never in her wildest dreams would she have considered her taste stylish or elegant.
"Taste," Talon said, handing her arm to the silver-haired man beside him.
The taste of him filled her, calmed her.
"You know she'll taste good," another agreed.
"Very good taste," he said, taking in the house.
At the first taste, she wolfed it and three more pieces down until the edge of her hunger disappeared.
Her senses filled with his taste, scent, the heat of his body, enveloping her yet never enough.
Or that taste like meat, taking pastureland off the grid.
The warm liquid in her mouth didn't taste like blood; it was virtually flavorless, tainted by a sweetness hard to quantify.
She recalled biting him and the taste of his blood.
She wanted – needed – to taste him again.
On some level – in the newfound instincts that wanted to taste him – his words made sense.
His tongue flicked out to taste her tears.
But I want to be the first demon to taste a deity.
With her taste in his mouth and scent on his skin, he was about to go insane, especially after walking away from her.
She's always had good taste, Fate said from his seat on a couch.
Rhyn felt suddenly jealous, wishing he could taste what smelled so wonderful.
"Sweet, little, defenseless, bet you're wet and taste just as sweet," the man who'd tasted her said.
His eyes glowed more unnaturally than the others, the taste of her addling his senses.
It became less of a request and more of a demand, with his tongue flickering to taste her.
He smelled of sweet rain and dark grasses, his taste just as exotic.
Shocked, Katie hesitated and then took it, the sugary taste soothing her headache as she swallowed.
The taste of your sweet nectar before I tear you apart?
I just wanted to eat your blood monkey because she smelled so good, I figured she.d taste even better.
Really Sarah, can you honestly say you don't taste the plastic bag?
Connor asked, "Does blood really taste good?"
"How does it taste?" asked the Wizard.
"That is doubtless a matter of taste," returned the Lion.
Food can be optimized according to three factors, broadly speaking: taste, price, and nutrition.
Other businesses in the food industry—say those pricey health foods you see at fancy grocery stores—optimize for taste and nutrition at the expense of price.
(If that can be achieved, to my readers under age twelve, I hold out the possibility of Brussels sprouts that taste like chocolate.)
The manufacturers have learned that this taste is merely whimsical.
It is partly his taste, and not merely his misfortune.
There is in this town, with a very few exceptions, no taste for the best or for very good books even in English literature, whose words all can read and spell.
We meet at meals three times a day, and give each other a new taste of that old musty cheese that we are.
It was as good when a week old as the day it was dipped, and had no taste of the pump.
It has a sweetish taste, much like that of a frost-bitten potato, and I found it better boiled than roasted.
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.
"I have neither taste nor smell," he remarked, sniffing at his glass.
"Walk," she managed, shuddering at the lingering visions that left an acrid taste in her mouth.
Did her blood taste half as good as Damian's?
Deidre took his face in her hands, hungrily trying to taste more of him as she explored his mouth with fervor.
You taste as sweet as you look, little girl?
"You do taste as sweet as you look," he said, voice thick with need.
You taste like cheap whiskey.
He dwelled on her scent, the taste of her, the kiss.
Now that we.re friends, I thought you might let me have a taste of your monkey.
He added a little tequila this time, and the absence of the plastic improved the taste more than he expected.
Prince Vasili finds you to his taste as a daughter-in-law and makes a proposal to you on his pupil's behalf.
I have certainly acquired a taste for war, and it is just as well for me; what I have seen during these last three months is incredible.
The latter began to feel that it was in bad taste to speak of his enthusiasms, dreams, and hopes of happiness or goodness, in Prince Andrew's presence.
Do you want a taste of this?... said the huntsman, pointing to his dagger and probably imagining himself still speaking to his foe.
Obviously his taste was compatible with hers.
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.
I taste like shit.
The first taste of blood sent him into an uncontrollable frenzy.
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.
The taste of the blood in his mouth ensnared her instantly.
Only not quite my taste--he is so narrow, like the dining-room clock....