It was with regret that Hunter's lips finally left his sister's breast, moving slowly and leaving trails of wet kisses as he moved downward. Fawn's stomach was flat, a part of her he had seem plenty before, but never investigated the way he did now. The skin under the tip of his tongue still tasted like sunshine, even months after the summer sun had been left behind. All of Fawn seemed to taste that way and Hunter couldn't help but wonder if it would be the same even in the deepest cold of winter.
"Yes?" he said, glancing up at her for a moment, his chin resting just over her bellybutton. He could feel the heat from between her thighs, and thanks to his stronger senses he could smell her. It was the same intoxicating scent he had caught that day in the alley.