— And against every speckle of sound reasoning, I would give in to your trap. I would give in to my impulses. To my yearning for that delicate neck, to the sheen on your skin and the glimmer in your eyes. To make yourself mine while deep inside I give myself to you. Oh, how I would love to give in to you. — That was the last straw for the necromantic, and she knew all too well she was beyond every limit she imposed to herself. Another sigh, one of passion and surrender escaped her just as she closed her eyes, tilting her head to the right to join her lips against Rowena’s reds in an initially fervid kiss. Sathona seemed doubtful, since the affectionate gesture lasted only but a moment, but the woman’s taste lingered in her, and she couldn’t contain herself from a few more tender and frequent kisses, before joining their lips fully once again.