The fire in the hearth and the moonlight shifting through the windows had cast the bedroom in a warm, flickering light, creating a great atmosphere.
Heavy furs and silks were pushed to the foot of the bed, leaving only the two of them tangled in the sheets, skin against skin, heat against heat.
Blossom's golden tail swished lazily above the curve of her bare butt as she straddled Quinlan's chest with her perfect, juicy thighs, clasping around his head.
Her ears were perked high, twitching with every slow roll of her body, and her honey-colored eyes glittered with playful mischief. She was completely naked, skin glowing, big, perky breasts rising and falling with quick little breaths.
His large hands clasped firmly around her waist, pinning her to his face with possessive strength, refusing to let the woman slip away.
