‘Open your mouth, princess,’ he said through a held breath, his rough thumb brushing her lips open. Then he brought his own a hair’s breadth from her and blew the sweet smoke into her mouth. She inhaled it hungrily, tasting a hint of candyfloss on the smoke, the act of intimacy setting flames to her as the sweet vapour dissipated quickly into her bloodstream. The taste reminded her of the clouds in Aphrodea.
