He's a pretty little morsel, she thinks, as her lips come down on his.

Pretty, and oh so tasty, too--- as her tongue comes out and he startles against her, then leans in, almost, it seems, unconsciously.

Such a pretty, pretty toy, she thinks, such a delicious little morsel--- and it's not every night that she has the luxury of savoring her supper, much less playing with her food.