Phantom Hollow [M] Fire up the night

She seemed receptive. Talisman barely stifled a second groan as her tongue pressed against his cheek, leaving a damp, warm spot there that quickly cooled in the February chill. Before he could think of returning the favor, she dipped into a bow, just like Sialuk had done.

He was feeling rather desperate, though if she wanted to flirt and frolic a bit, then he would certainly oblige her. Talis bowed back. He couldn’t quite swallow the eager whine that burst from his mouth as her scent continued swamping his senses, though he made a conscientious effort to turn it into a playful growl before it tapered.

On a frisky whim, he darted forward to plant a kiss on her forehead, tongue swiping right between her viridescent eyes.