She didn’t so much taste like anything rather than felt like it. It was violence and torment and - oh gods - a maddening, repulsive, sick - so sick - lust. He hated her with every fibre of his being and still she wanted more. Her tongue demanding it, fighting every step of the way even as she rolled into him. She kissed like she was drowning, like her time was running out and she wanted every little bit of pleasure she could get before it was over.