Wrath of the Gods

Spider had kissed him, but the moment had been brief and unexpected. Here, with his arms around Delphi, he could savour the moment and appreciate the kiss. It was his first proper kiss and he melted into it. He knew his emotions were running rampant, and his heart was beating as quickly in his chest as it did when his life was in danger. But here, the only way to save himself was to push further into her. His arms were around her, pulling her onto his chest. Holding her tightly against him, so he could feel the way her heart hammered against her skin. He knew it quickened for him and there was something intoxication about that.


He was drowning in his emotions, overwhelmed by the heat of her coat against his. Her tongue brushed against his then, and he groaned softly. The soft tickle of it sent fire through his body.


Her words seemed utterly natural, but the possessive streak in him lit up at the intent behind them. He let out a small, rumbly growl. “I love you, Delphi-” he planted a kiss on her muzzle “-yours-” >another kiss “yours.” He told her. “My kisses are yours.”