His kiss is hot, wet, and so, so good. I can't even begin to describe the taste of it. His smell is sending me waves of pleasure, as if to try and entice me further into this sin. His lips are just so good to taste, and his kiss has a taste of despair and passion. It's savage, reckless, with no restraint nor rules anymore. It's a jump back in time, back when our lives weren't so complicated and all we needed was each other's company. When we were young, pure, and sinless. Now, Rick tastes different, we both do. He tastes like a full-grown man, like an actual male human, one that excites me. He tastes like rain, cigarettes, mint, and tomato sauce... and a bit of blood, too. I think one of my fangs pricked his tongue, and it's like I'm tasting hints of the most delicious thing ever. My God,
