Sensing something stir deep within his Soul Realm, Quinlan moved to stand.
Or tried to.
But the woman kneeling between his two legs had other plans.
Vex clung to him like a greedy octopus, her arms looping around his waist as she nuzzled deeper into his lap, which in turn meant her throat welcomed even more of his length into her moist depth. Her white ponytail spilled across his thigh, and her fingers tightened, firm enough to tell him: 'you are forbidden from leaving.'
Quinlan rested one hand on Vex's head, his fingers threading through her snowy locks with a great deal of affection. Her body leaned into the touch instinctively, purring more than breathing—as that was an action with which the Hexwitch greatly struggled right now.
His gaze slid downward.
Streaks of ruined makeup darkened her cheeks, smudged from heat and passion both. And still, she looked up at him like he was the only thing that mattered in the world.
