Killian stood up and kissed her. Their tongues played with each other. The moment their mouths separated, they looked at each other while chasing their breath—drunk and eager for more.
"Would another group come next?" Killian asked, a teasing smile on his lips.
"Why? Would your dirty mind enjoy it more while there are people around?" Fira asked, disgust audible in her voice. She narrowed her eyes. "You are beyond help."
"But I would enjoy it more if it's someone who has more impact on you—someone more significant," Killian said, hinting at something.
Once more, they kissed. Fira's hand crawled from Killian's shoulder to his pants; her hands felt the hard bulge inside.
"Are you really that excited to have a taste of it?" Killian asked, smirking.