Neveah's taste was what Menarx could only describe in one word... Intoxicating.
The moment Neveah's lips met his, Menarx could swear, his world screeched to a halt.
It was the first time Neveah was initiating intimate contact and Menarx's heart beat had taken a strange pace.
Neveah's lips were soft and their touch was tender but bold and intentional, Neveah was a woman who knew just what she wanted and Menarx loved her for it.
Her kiss began slow and teasing at first, her right hand rested against Menarx's cheek, conveying to him a gesture of adoration she could not say in words.
And then, Neveah's kiss grew intense and passionate, testing every last ounce of self control Menarx believed himself to have.
Leaving Menarx in desperate need for more, Neveah was already so close to him and he still found himself wanting...no, needing her closer.
