—There it was, a tingle running through his limbs at Sathona's admission. She drew some air, as if she were to answer her yielding words, but soon her lips were sealed with the glacial feeling of having the other witches mouth pressed against hers. He was filled with that first kiss, a furtive, almost aggressive and eager one that sent an electric tingle to his throbbing lips. During the brief separation that followed, Rowena opened her eyes, if only for a few seconds, only to gaze heavy-lidded at the prospect of those thin lips of hers, and soon Sathona's cold breath filled her mouth again. The next few kisses were small and quick, almost desperate, anticipating that, little by little, the taste of the duchess filled the witch with an addictive hunger, and this almost made the welsh laugh with delight.