<i><span style="color: magenta">I should go, I shouldn't be here, I need to get out of here...</span></i>But Eira's internal dialogue, initially flustered beyond measure, grew quieter and more distant beneath a haze of crimson that seemed to become heavier with her each breath. She was transfixed as Lily stood and crossed over to her, her pale cheeks rosy, sudden heat between her thighs, and a knot of arousal growing in her belly. By the time the Aviari's slender finger danced across her lips, she was lost to the demands of her own inexperienced body, and breathed a quiet moan before throwing one arm around Lily's shoulders and returning the kiss fiercely while her free hand flew to unfasten her belt and slip into her trousers, teasing through dampness gathering there.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>