"If I did, I'm sure it'd be a delightful sort of sting," Maxxen Lear purred against her neck. His touch was thorough and exploratative as he drank of her flesh. He turned his mouth back to hers, kissing her a little roughly, deeply and wholly, his hands shrinking down to feel along the edges of her skirts.
"If you still want to go back to the party," he murmured, nibbling on her lower lip, "We can."