It took a few hours before Liraeth calmed down. Her fury flowed like a raging river, but Sylvaris wasn't about to back down. He was the boss here. So he grabbed her hands, pulled her close, and kissed her hard.
"Mmm—you, how dare you kiss—Mmmwah~—me right now?" she tried to protest. But his soft lips and dominant grip held her in place. She couldn't stay mad for long. Eventually, she melted into his kiss, her body yielding as he wrapped an arm around her waist, his hand sliding down to grope her ass.
Her plush cheeks jiggled with each squeeze—smack—a faint slap echoing as his palm landed again, pulling a sharp gasp from her throat. Her body pressed into him, desperate, moaning louder with each heated second.
"Mmmm… yes… right there… more…"