Satis’ eyes never left Fireon’s. She did feel guilty for wounding him in spite of his ability to heal at will because she knew so well it hurt. His robe was tattered at the chest area because of her shredding them by her sword. By this, his gorgeous bluish black scales were displayed that they seemed to urge her to touch, caress and feel them.
When Fireon kissed her earlier, no matter how she wanted herself to not respond, she lost. She lost to her feelings for him, to his almost punishing kiss that told her of his missing her, loving her and desiring her. She became weak. His musky and burned cedar wood scent alone made her knees weak. She could not even fight her feelings for him. And she didn’t even try. He tasted like the wild berries and wine that made her heady. She absolutely lost
