She didn't want to assume he might have a forked tongue, but she sure was delighted to find that he did. As much was evident in the heady moans she exhaled while she ground herself down into his face, slickness smeared across his lips and nose and chin. She could feel those moans rumbling through her core, and it only encouraged her to roll her hips faster, shivering with little ripples of pleasure.

His exclamation made her laugh, the sound stilted and stuttering. One of the vines uncurled, the thorns vanishing, so she could grasp it in her hand and yank — sinking sharp points further into his biceps and along his chest. She decided to test the waters, too, curling another thornless vine around his throat, squeezing just hard enough for him to feel it.