Opening his eyes, Viktor gave Hestia a grin, the cake tasted good but having her in his lap felt much better. He was a little torn between knowing how he should treat a proper witch and the desires running through him. One hand slid from her waist to sit mid thigh where her skirt had ridden up.
As she leaned into kiss him, Viktor found he liked the taste of Hestia and chocolate and wondered what it would taste like on other parts of her.
“The chocolate tastes good on your lip but I must admit being curious as how it might taste—say on your neck?” He told her with a hopeful look.