"Mmm~"
"Uhmm~"
"Aaahmmm~"
A soft, pleased moan echoed through the small room.
Despite the fact she was wearing her elegant yellow gown, Ishtar had wasted no time.
She had managed to seat herself directly on Dorian's lap, her arms wrapped tightly around his shoulders as she kissed him with a possessive, almost desperate hunger.
Dorian, kissing her back, grabbed one of her breasts with his left hand, his right hand securing her thigh to keep her from falling. Ishtar was kissing him so hard that, at one point, he felt he genuinely couldn't breathe.
Then, after a long time satisfying herself, Ishtar finally pulled away from the kiss, her breathy pants warming his face.
She looked at him directly, her eyes sparkling with undisguised love.
"Mhmm~" She licked her lips, her words following right after.
"Did you miss me? I know I did. My kiss portrayed that well, no?"
Dorian replied, his own breathing a little unsteady.
