She tasted his skin, felt the blood rushing just beneath the surface.

He felt his blood stirring again, felt effective for the first time in years.

His blood felt like warm rain as it sprayed across her face.

However thin his blood felt in this ice land, it was foolish to complain.

The blood felt hot as it ran into his beard.

Isolla's blood felt hot where it had landed on her skin.

She kept the pressure on it, felt the blood oozing.

Even in the dark I knew what blood felt like.

Her blood felt as if it was on fire.

My blood felt like it was leaving me, replaced by crystals that scratched from within.