The air, still thick with the resonance of Celestia's kiss, was pierced by a soft, yearning whisper from Julian's other side.
"Julian... my turn..."
He turned to find Clarissa's bright blue eyes wide with a mixture of adorable shyness and burning desire. Her plea was irresistible. With a tender smile, he closed the distance, his lips meeting hers in a kiss that was initially as sweet and gentle as a summer breeze. It was a kiss of affection, of gratitude for her warmth and light.
But the sweetness quickly kindled a deeper fire. What began as a soft press of lips soon evolved into something more urgent. Her mouth opened for him with a soft sigh, and the tentative touch of her tongue against his sparked a slow-burning fuse of passion. Their tongues met, not in a clash, but in a slow, sensual dance that spoke of long-held longing.
