Xenon pulled away, somewhere in the back of his mind he recalled Neveah would need to breathe, yet his lips did not cease their ministrations.
Xenon pulled on the strings of Neveah's cloak, letting them fall away so the tender skin of her neck was on display, glistening in the moonlight and Xenon needed no invitation to do the tasting.
Neveah's shuddering breaths only enticed Xenon all the more and he wanted more than anything to hear more of those quiet sighs of delight.
A quiet gasp escaped Neveah as Xenon's tongue flicked out to run along the side of her neck.
The taste of her skin... Xenon felt his mind spin, the darkness had nothing on the madness Neveah was stirring within him.
It was only that unlike the madness that terrified him, this was a madness Xenon actually craved.
Xenon dipped his head down, his lips teasing every inch of Neveah's neck till he found that sensitive spot that had her shivering in his arms.
