"Okay, okay, stop. It's my turn, goody girl."
Xena's amber eyes gleamed with a wild, reckless light as she stepped forward, her slender, athletic body practically vibrating with anticipation. Her shoulder-length, curly orange-brown hair framed her sharp, mischievous features, and her lean, toned figure seemed almost too eager, her every movement exuding a restless energy.
"Don't you dare hold back with me," she whispered, her voice a husky challenge, and the glint in her eyes promised a storm.
Lyan didn't need further encouragement. His strong arms wrapped around her, pulling her tight against his chest, his lips crashing down on hers with a fierce, possessive hunger. Her body melted into his, her tongue meeting his with a ferocity that sent a jolt of electricity through them both.
"MMMH—SLURP—MMMPH…"
