"Mmph!" She pounded on his chest, but the sensation of his tongue swirling against hers was short-circuiting her divine wrath.
Sol didn't stop. He tilted his head, deepening the angle, sealing their mouths together so tightly that no air could escape. He engaged in a wet, sloppy exchange of fluids. He sucked the saliva from her mouth, drinking her taste greedily, and pushed his own fluids into her, forcing her to swallow him.
The sound of their wet, clashing tongues filled the silence… slick, lewd noises of saliva being exchanged, of lips smacking together.
He pulled back just a fraction of an inch, a string of silver saliva connecting their lips, glistening in the light of her glowing eyes.
"You really taste," Sol rasped, his eyes dark with obsession, staring at her wet, swollen lips, "like fire."
