"Excellent." Her voice whispered with a familiar echo. Sintija squeezed Markos's hands, her fingers entwining with his as her soft body pressed against his. He felt the way her heart raced as her lips sought his. He breathed in her scent, the maddening tuberoses of his youth as he held her close and kissed her. She squished against his chest and he wanted nothing more than to strip away that last infuriating piece of clothing.
Wait. This is weird, don't you think?
"Wait." Markos muttered against Sintija's mouth, his hands broke away from hers and slid up her arms to her shoulders. He pushed her away and held her there as he caught his breath. "Laima take you, wait… please." He murmured softly with a frown.
Sintija looked at him quizzically with those dragon like eyes. "I can feel how much you want me." She commented in the double voice, her eyes flicking down.
My tattoos aren't itching but they didn't respond to Mara either.