Zyran stuck out a tip of his tongue, he licked first the red part of Mila's palm then sucked. When he felt the thorn, he nibbled on it and slowly pulled it out.
Mila widened her eyes, feeling a tingling sensation in her stomach like something was about to take flight. She didn't know why a simple thorn removal was making her feel giddy.
"I can... you don't have to," Mila tried to stop him by taking her hand away, but Zyran tightened his grip.
He raised his eyes and grinned, now licking Mila's palm like a cat grooming.
"This... w-what are you doing?" Mila stammered, no longer comfortable with the way things were going. This wasn't what she meant when she asked Zyran the last question.
Zyran sucked in his breath before letting go. "You want this when we are outside?"
Mila pressed her hand that had been abused by Zyran's lewd tongue to her chest. "No," she hit her leg to slap away an insect.
