Then, bold and completely unashamed, Sol lifted one of her arms.
He raised it high above her head, exposing the smooth, delicate hollow of her armpit. The skin there was pale, sensitive, and slightly damp with sweat. The raw, intimate scent of her… musky, feminine, mixed with clean sweat and the faint herbal incense… hit him full force.
Zephyra's silver-white eyes widened in hazy, surprised arousal. "What are you—?"
She didn't get to finish.
Sol buried his face there without a moment's hesitation. He inhaled deeply, taking in her raw scent like it was the most addictive thing he had ever smelled.
Then he dragged his tongue in one slow, broad stroke across the sensitive skin. The taste was slightly salty, warm, and intensely personal. He sucked lightly at the delicate flesh, lips pulling gently, then nibbled with careful teeth while his hot breath ghosted over the wet skin.
