“I’m hungry, for blood,” she whispered, her deep whiskey voice beginning to dip into her throat to resemble a growl. “So very hungry. I’m going to slowly lick your neck, preparing for the kill.”
“Yes, yes. Do it, Sugar.”
Easing down his body, her tongue darted out and began a playful lick along his neck, his chest, his cock. She could taste his essence beneath his skin.
“What now, Sugar?” he asked.