Lydia was swept away with the first touch of Shenyo’s soft lips. His kiss left nothing unsaid, but spoke of his need for her. His arms were strong around her, holding her safe within their circle, but when his tail worked its way under her skirt to wrap around her flesh, a torrent of desire rushed through her.<br/><br/>Opening her mouth, Lydia returned the kiss. The male scent, musky with notes of a pine forest, that was distinctly Shenyo filled her nostrils and made the senses in the back of her throat want more of him. A soft sigh escaped her when he backed away just a little before adjusting his hold on her to return to the kiss. She ran her fingers through his hair coarse and soft at the same time, ruffling it on both sides of his head. The uplifted arms brought her firm breasts closer to him as she pressed against him.<br/><br/>Running the tip of her tongue against his teeth and then delicately exploring his mouth, she deepened the kiss, tasting his mouth. Lydia molded her body to his, wishing she could touch his skin, wishing her skin could touch his skin. The magical tail holding her close was soft and held a life all of its own. Lydia’s breath caught as she wished that it could brush over her body like an artist’s paint brush.<br/><br/>In the glade with the wind in the trees, Lydia caught fire deep in her soul at his touch. He made her feel complete and needy at the same time. Shenyo was tender and demanding at the same time. He was man and he was magical at the same time and Lydia  finally knew desire like no other she had ever known in any lifetime.<br/><br/><br/><br/>