“Now that,” she taps his nose, “you shall have to think up for yourself.” Summer tucks herself into his side, smiling, and strokes her hand down his chest.
Mordred smirks, two things coming to mind and his cheeks reddened slightly before he sat up, pressing his lips to hers, running his tongue across her bottom lip, edging his tongue into her mouth slowly.
For all her light words and teasing, Summer’s never been kissed like this. She knows, she’s neither stupid nor uneducated, with a married sister, but never experienced it. She parts her mouth to his, fingertips digging into his shoulders and eyelashes fluttering. It makes her burn even more strongly, and there’s barely enough thought left to hold control over her magic, not let her desire spill over into him.