Lor grinned, pulled a chunk of roasted meat from his skewer, and lifted it to her lips, the glaze glistening in the lamplight.
She bit it from his fingers, her tongue flicking out to lick the last of the sweet sauce from his thumb, her lips curling into a smirk, her pussy tingling faintly at the intimate act.
"Mmm," she hummed, her voice low and sultry. "You taste better than I expected."
"Of course I do," Lor said, feeding her another bite, his hazel eyes glinting with heat. "I'm marinated in shame and chaotic decisions."
They laughed, clinked their mugs, shared a kiss that tasted of sugar and smoke, her lips soft and hungry, his hand brushing her thigh, sending a spark through her.
When they reached Lor's house—Kiara pulled him close by the collar and kissed him again, slower now, lingering, her lips parting to let her tongue brush his, her full breasts pressing against his chest, her pussy pulsing faintly with want.
