Ren tasted like spite and malice. It was an intense hatred that she could never replace. Shigure hated the way she tasted, but he didn't stop. He felt as if this was the only way to release his anger and betrayal at Akito.
Ren's cold hand wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer to deepen the kiss, making Shigure want to push her away. Pulling her closer, his tongue swirled around her mouth, gathering her hated flavor on his tongue.
Her passion, he knew, was because of her hatred for a daughter she should have loved.
And he did love.