Seraphina stood frozen at the open window, her golden eyes wide.
Inside the quiet healing-room, Amon lay on his back across the simple wooden patient bed.
Scarlett straddled his hips, long red hair cascading around them like a living curtain. She was bent low over him, lips sealed to his in a deep, openly carnal kiss.
Their mouths moved with hungry urgency, tongues clearly sliding and tangling. At the same time her full hips rolled in a slow, deliberate grind forward, back, forward—pressing the soft heat between her legs against the obvious hardness beneath her.
Seraphina's palm flew up to cover her mouth. A fierce tomato-red flush exploded across her cheeks and raced down her neck.
She could have accepted a gentle kiss. This was something else entirely—lewd, indecent, soaked in raw desire. The wet sounds of their mouths, the way Scarlett's body moved with such open hunger…
'They're kissing so fiercely… even mixing tongues…'
