Davis stood frozen for a single heartbeat, the soft, insistent press of Illumina's lips still burning against his own. She did not pull away. Instead she rose higher on her toes, arms looping around his neck, her voluptuous yet toned body pressing squishy against him as she pecked again, and again, each kiss deeper, wetter, more demanding than the last.
This sudden attack left him bewildered, but the scent of her skin, sweet with the lingering fragrance of the island's murky winds and the faint musk of her own rising heat, flooded his senses.
Illumina's soft tongue slipped past Davis's lips, tasting him, coaxing him. A quiet, needy sound vibrated in her throat as her hands slid down from his neck to his chest, fingers curling into the fabric of his robes as though she meant to tear them open. The heat of her body seeped through the layers between them, her soft mounds pressing firmly against him, the rapid flutter of her heart matching the sudden thunder of his own.
