Chapter 57

Arya

Sneaking to my room is perhaps the longest torture I have ever endured. My wetness is making it hard to walk normally, but the pleasure is unbelievable.

Meanwhile, Arthur is just walking as cool as a kite, flashing me looks as he leads me to my room. I know he knows how torturous this is for me, and I promise to myself to make him beg when it comes down to it.

But all these promises fly out of the window when we finally get inside my room.

We stand face to face as I lock the door. I almost run into his arms, but then he stops me and asks, “Are you sure?”

I answer him by pressing my lips on hers, tasting his mouth, exploring it with mine. He sighs against my lips and desire pools in my stomach, circulating around my body until I feel that familiar pulsing between my legs.

He wraps his arms around waist and pulls me towards him, and I revel at the feel of his body against mine. His warmth is making me wetter. My small hands fly to his chest, massaging it, and he lets out a groan o