Chapter 72

Arya

The words coming from Arthur's lips, which are still brushing against mine, are enough to make my knees almost buckle. Instantly, I feel myself wanting him, yearning for him in a way I have never felt before. Good thing he's holding me against him, because if not, I would have collapsed on the wooden floor.

As soon as those words leave him, I find myself wrapping my legs around him and pulling him closer to me until I feel that big bulge against my core.

He gasps, his breath brushing on my lips. "Fuck."

I buck my hips and wrap my arms around him, letting him know that I want him right then and there. I feel his hard length responding, growing impossibly bigger and harder, twitching with every sensation like it wants to be let out.

Because of that, I suddenly remember what he did to me on our first time, the way he licked and sucked the slit between my legs. How he teased me and almost made me beg.

An idea forms in my mind.

He leans in to capture my lips but I pull back and unhook