Ain's hand crept up to his lover's tiny waist, squeezing the curve of the waist which felt right in his hand. He pulled Zannie closer, eroding the distance, pheromones mixed between sweet blooming roses and milky roasted coffee wafting through the air.
Since Ain marked Zannie as his mate, their body odors blended.
Zannie let go of Ain's lips and the witch used this opportunity to take a breath and so did Zannie, their movements were in sync.
Then, not long after, Zannie continued their kissing, sucking Ain's upper and lower lips and feasting on him.
In this kiss, the two of them practically shared their saliva, swallowing all that saliva until it was finished.
"Ah~ enough. You dried me off." Ain spoke slowly.
Ain's chest rose and fell, he held his chest dramatically, his breath roaring, even so, he looked at Zannie full of adoration.
"Hahaha, that's how I feel every time you eat me."
"Is it this bad?"
