"Mmmh… slrp… mmm…" Their breaths mingled, and his rough, eager kiss drew a desperate moan from Xena's throat. But even as he kissed her, his other hand remained on Ravia's waist, his touch strong, possessive.
He leaned back, letting the sofa take his weight, and Ravia's warmth straddled him, her thighs hugging his sides. Her pale, smooth skin pressed against him, and his length—thick, hard, and burning with need—throbbed against her inner thighs. The heat was unbearable, and yet it only fueled the wildfire between them.
His lips left Xena's mouth, his gaze locking with Ravia's, her dark, intense eyes reflecting her hunger, her desire. She leaned in, her lips capturing his, and this kiss was slower, deeper—her soft lips pressed against his, her tongue tentatively exploring before he claimed her, his mouth hungry, fierce.
