Steamy Diaries
When she reached him, she leaned in, her lips a hair’s breadth from his.
“Happy birthday, son,” she purred, before capturing his mouth in a searing kiss, her tongue delving deep.
Tails groaned, his hands fisting in her hair as he pulled her closer, kissing her back with equal fervor. He nipped at her bottom lip, marking her as his, before trailing his lips down her neck, sucking and biting at the sensitive skin.
“You’re mine,” he growled possessively, his hands roaming over her body, mapping out every curve and dip.