“And when I catch you for the last time, I’m going to devour every last drop of you.” Rosamund shivered where she stood, and he looked lower, to where her skirt covered her sex from his view... but not her scent. “I do not mean your blood, Rosamund. I mean I will have you sit upon a throne and allow me to devour every last drop of your sex. You’ve been calling to me all evening, driving me insane. I will taste you.”
