Kamyla

“He looks at me incredulously. "Cute little kitty cat tail?"
"Yeah. It's adorable." I say, watching it flit back and forth behind him. "Can I pet it?"
He makes a weird chocking sound.
"Whoa. Are you gonna have a fit or something?"
"I... you..."
"What? Is petting your tail like a no-go? I haven't read the genfin rulebook. Is it off-limits? Too bad. It looks so soft. Maybe when I get out of here, I'll find some other genfin who will let me pet his tail. Or I bet Evert will let me pet his.”
― Raven Kennedy, Signs of Cupidity

“But I don't like him," Emily said stubbornly but lowered her voice. "Don't like how he looks at you."
"How he looks at me?" Shawn repeated.
"Like Bee looks at a pancake.”
― Alessandra Hazard, Just a Bit Twisted

“Lyre advanced. “Aphrodesia isn’t just blasting an enemy and leaving them frozen and slack-jawed. That’s like saying you can only use your magic to blow shit up and nothing in between.”
“I don’t know what …” Ash trailed off as he withdrew another step. His back bumped into the wall.
“Aphrodesia works best in low, subtle doses,” Lyre crooned. “It can be used to charm, to placate, to confuse, to disarm … or even to make you very … very … suggestible.”
He leaned in, bringing his face within inches of Ash’s.
“What do you think, Ash?” he whispered. “Do you want me to touch you?”
The draconian’s eyes widened but he didn’t move. Lyre pressed both hands to Ash’s stomach and he jumped at the contact. But, trapped against the wall, he had nowhere to retreat. Lyre slid his hands slowly upward, dragging Ash’s shirt up.
“What do you think?” he purred softly. “Do you want me to kiss you?”
Ash’s breath caught.”
― Annette Marie, The Blood Curse

“I've been doing this sex thing for a week now, so I'm pretty sure I'm ready for back door admittance. We'll just have to get some oil, right?" I ask, looking at them expectantly.
"Ummm..."
"And do we always have to do it together as a covey? Or are we allowed to do it one-on-one, too? I just want to make sure I understand the covey sex rules.”
― Raven Kennedy, Bonds of Cupidity