Forest
Forest leaned against his touch after the first kiss, her eyes closing as she reveled in it. His heart was racing, thundering in her ears and the smell of him, like leather, steel, and forge smoke, was thick in the air. She could almost taste it, just as she tasted him as he moved for another kiss, this one needier than the first.
She responded, her lips parting in a gentle surrender as he held her close. She could taste apples, from the drink he'd been nursing and it was sweet with a slight burn.
He parted lips and then those mismatched eyes met hers as he asked, "Do you want to... to bite me and, o-other things?"
"H-honestly, I want to do the o-other things more," she said, her voice a husky, trembling throb as she looked up at him, her hand gripping his.