Venya soared smoothly through the starlit sky, her massive wings beating with powerful, rhythmic strokes. The cool night wind rushed past, but the warmth radiating from the dragon's body and the closeness of the group made the flight feel almost intimate despite the height.
Aiden's attention remained fixed on Selvara, who was still sitting flushed and flustered on his lap, her delicate membrane wings pressed against his chest. Without warning, he leaned in and pressed his lips to the sensitive skin of her neck.
Selvara stiffened. "H-Hey…! What are you— nngh…!"
Aiden didn't stop. He kissed, licked, and gently sucked on her pale neck, leaving faint red marks that would surely bloom into hickeys by morning. His hot breath ghosted over her skin as he moved lower, teasing the junction between her neck and shoulder.
Selvara's pale white eyes widened, her pointed ears twitching violently. "Idiot…! Not here… everyone is watching… ah—!"
