Sweet Taste

The first taste of Ashlynn's rich, hot blood exploded across Nyrielle's tongue like water breaking free from a dam. Sweetness burst in her mouth, rich with the flavor of honeyed desire mingling with the sharp tang of her lover's anticipation. As she drew deeper, the complexity of flavors unfolded like a perfectly composed dish. 

There was a rich, oaky undertone to Ashlynn's blood, reminiscent of ancient forests, and deep devotion that had matured beautifully since they'd first formed their bond of blood. The steady foundation of loyalty and commitment gave the blood a resonant depth that satisfied yearnings deep in Nyrielle's bones that went far beyond simple hunger.

Nyrielle pulled Ashlynn closer, one hand tangled in her golden hair while the other pressed firmly against the small of her back, pressing their bodies together as if they could melt into a single being.