I cut the flesh of my throat and I held his head near me.

I was physically sick with the lust to kill him, to feel my fingers meeting in the flesh of his throat.

His teeth met in the delicate flesh of her throat, and he felt the soft body go limp beneath him.

I wanted to feel the flesh of her throat.

His thumbs hooked and pressed deep into the flesh of her throat.

His mouth moved to the vulnerable flesh of her throat.

They burrowed deep into the soft flesh of Sam's throat.

"Stays," she managed to murmur against the hot flesh of his throat.

I sat up slowly, still massaging the flesh of my throat.

He simply put his hand on the flesh of my throat, and it began to burn.