The faery’s eyes flashed a neon blue, shuddering at the woman’s words. Sometimes she hated being a Fae- A succubus, a woman of passion, but she certainly didn’t hate it now.
“Well, that is certainly something I could not pass.”
“God you’re beautiful like that.” Summer shivered at the flash; Morgana’s response drove her to her knees.
Morgana slowly dipped her hand down, to lightly run her fingers along Summer’s jawline. “As are you. You are a beautiful woman, Summer,” she whispered huskily, a soft grin crossing her features.
Summer blushed, turning her head to kiss Morgana’s fingers. “Such flattery. You’ll turn my head, my lady.”