Maeve felt the soft cushion beneath her body, the silk of the sheets, the smell of the freshly washed cotton and she filled with excitement. Her mind filled with images of last time she slept with Orin and she couldn't help but be excited.
Truthfully, he was so hot. From his thick biceps, to the muscles right above his elbows, to the veins that stuck out of his forearms and ran into his strong fingertips that grasped the blankets and trapped her under his embrace.
If she thought she liked the smell of Lugh, who smelled like the ocean, Orin smelled like the forest.
His golden eyes gazed down at her and watched her chest rise and fall. His mouth parted a little bit as he broke away from their passionate kiss and she saw a faint hint of his fangs, the slight brush of his fur on his chest, he checked to see how her face was.
He broke into a smile, his sharp teeth glinting. Now isn't that better than the kiss of a vampire or a Selkie?
