Tea party (1)

Dairon took her words as his cue to turn around. She cupped his face and pressed a kiss on his lips. His fangs were just as Bardumond had described—extremely sharp at the ends. She would have been terrified of them if they belonged to someone else.

"Don't bite me." She chuckled jokingly before prying his lips open with her tongue. He wrapped his arms around her as he took her tongue in his mouth. His heart raced wildly and although he wanted to be gentle, his self control slipped through his fingers as soon as he had a taste of her.

She felt her knees go weak and was lifted off the ground, prompting her to wrap her arms around him.