“I can regale you with stories of our shared heritage all day, however, we have to go out and pick our wedding rings.” Armand smiled. “We have a jeweler here in New York who does customized designs for loup-garou mates.”
Armand pulled Sean up into his arms for a kiss. Armand’s mouth moved over Sean’s lips tasting them with his tongue. He nipped at the lower lip for Sean to open his mouth. Sean’s lips parted and Armand plundered his mouth with his tongue; diving into the recesses, licking behind his teeth, exploring the tender area under his lips.
When he left Sean’s mouth, Sean groaned. Armand then began to trace his lips over his face. He kissed each eyelid and the curve behind each ear. Sean shivered.
“If you keep that up, we’ll never get out of here to go to the jeweler’s. You are making me so hot.”