Seraphine's breath hitched, and instead of answering with words, she claimed his mouth in a deep, searing kiss. It wasn't the tentative exploration from before. This was raw, hungry. Her lips moved against his with a desperation that felt like she was trying to drink him in, her tongue sweeping past his teeth to tangle with his own.
Satou's hands came up to tangle in her silver-streaked hair, his draconic claws retracted to blunt nails that scraped gently against her scalp. The scent of her—jasmine and ozone and something uniquely her—filled his senses.
She broke the kiss, her mismatched eyes dark with need. "I want to touch you," she breathed, her voice a sultry rasp devoid of its usual calculated cadence. "Let me… let me show you what I want without a single spell."
