Chapter 58

Arya

When Arthur’s warm mouth closes over my nipple, I almost explode.

He sucks it, his tongue sweeping over it until I feel feverish. I close my eyes, not even aware that he let go of my hands until he starts to squeeze my other breast. He flicks his thumb over my nipple and I cry out. "Arthur, please!"

I can feel his smirk against my skin. He pulls his head away from my nipple and begins to suck the other. My hips are moving on their own. I'm so wet I can feel myself dripping on the sheets. I bury my hand in his hair, moaning loudly.

I arch my back to signal that I want more, but then he stops what he's doing and caresses my face instead and I nearly go crazy. I want him to do more but the taste of his lips is making me drunk. His scent is drowning me and I have no plans of getting out of it, or resurfacing, and I can safely say that being lost in the sensation of him is the best feeling that ever consumed me.

But he's not done with me, cause before I knew it, his lips are traveling