When she was in a good mood, she grabbed a hawthorn fruit and turned to him: "Open your mouth."
Sylvan Cheney frowned disdainfully.
"Come on, come on, let me feed you." Jasmine Yale shook the fruit in her hand, looking especially cheerful.
Sylvan Cheney lowered his head and bit her finger, along with the hawthorn fruit.
"Hey, biting again. Are you a puppy?" Jasmine hummed.
The hawthorn fruit was sweet and sour, probably because of the added honey, and the sweetness outweighed the sourness.
Sylvan Cheney never liked sour things, though now he seemed to enjoy this hawthorn fruit.
After eating, he clasped Jasmine Yale's waist, pulling her close to him.
Lowering his head, he captured her rosy lips and kissed her.
Jasmine Yale was a bit stunned.
Then she closed her eyes.
Sylvan Cheney's kissing skills had improved a lot since the previous times, no longer a chaotic nibble, blending dominance with gentleness.
Exploring, tangling, deep-kissing.
