"Nnmmh~~!!!"
Tianlong's tongue invaded her mouth forcefully, tasting her, dominating the kiss completely. He swept through her oral cavity, tangling with her tongue, tasting the unique flavor of a catkin woman. He held her there—one hand gripping her hair, the other cupping her jaw—for several long seconds.
Then he released her.
Helvora stumbled backward, breaking free. Her hand flew to her mouth, covering it as heat rushed to her face in a visible wave.
"What the hell are you doing?!" she shouted, her voice cracking with emotion.
She was flushed. Bright red spreading across her copper skin, darkening her cheeks and the tips of her ears. Her grey eyes were wide, pupils dilated. Her ears flattened completely against her skull—a sign of extreme embarrassment in catkin physiology.
She'd never—*never*—been kissed by a man before. In catkin society, women initiated everything. Women chose partners. Women controlled courtship and mating.
